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Chapter 58

           Bythistime,Ishouldsay,’addedRichard,gettinghisleftcheekintoprofile,andlookingcomplacentlyatthereflectionofaverylittlescrapofwhiskerinthelooking-glass;‘bythistime,Ishouldsay,theironhasenteredintohersoul.Itservesherright!’

           Meltingfromthissternandobdurate,intothetenderandpatheticmood,MrSwivellergroanedalittle,walkedwildlyupanddown,andevenmadeashowoftearinghishair,which,however,hethoughtbetterof,andwrenchedthetasselfromhisnightcapinstead.Atlast,undressinghimselfwithagloomyresolution,hegotintobed.

           Somemeninhisblightedpositionwouldhavetakentodrinking;butasMrSwivellerhadtakentothatbefore,heonlytook,onreceivingthenewsthatSophyWackleswaslosttohimforever,toplayingtheflute;thinkingaftermatureconsiderationthatitwasagood,sound,dismaloccupation,notonlyinunisonwithhisownsadthoughts,butcalculatedtoawakenafellow-feelinginthebosomsofhisneighbours.Inpursuanceofthisresolution,henowdrewalittletabletohisbedside,andarrangingthelightandasmalloblongmusic-booktothebestadvantage,tookhisflutefromitsbox,andbegantoplaymostmournfully.

           Theairwas‘Awaywithmelancholy’acomposition,which,whenitisplayedveryslowlyontheflute,inbed,withthefurtherdisadvantageofbeingperformedbyagentlemanbutimperfectlyacquaintedwiththeinstrument,whorepeatsonenoteagreatmanytimesbeforehecanfindthenext,hasnotalivelyeffect.

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