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Chapter 42

           ‘Frobthecuttry,butsubthiginyourway,orI’bbistaked.

           Faginappearedtoreceivethiscommunicationwithgreatinterest.

           Mountingastool,hecautiouslyappliedhiseyetothepaneofglass,fromwhichsecretposthecouldseeMr.Claypoletakingcoldbeeffromthedish,andporterfromthepot,andadministeringhomoepathicdosesofbothtoCharlotte,whosatpatientlyby,eatinganddrinkingathispleasure.

           ‘Aha!’hewhispered,lookingroundtoBarney,‘Ilikethatfellow’slooks.He’dbeofusetous;heknowshowtotrainthegirlalready.Don’tmakeasmuchnoiseasamouse,mydear,andletmehear’emtalkletmehear’em.

           Heagainappliedhiseyetotheglass,andturninghiseartothepartition,listenedattentively:withasubtleandeagerlookuponhisface,thatmighthaveappertainedtosomeoldgoblin.

           ‘SoImeantobeagentleman,’saidMr.Claypole,kickingouthislegs,andcontinuingaconversation,thecommencementofwhichFaginhadarrivedtoolatetohear.‘Nomorejollyoldcoffins,Charlotte,butagentleman’slifeforme:and,ifyerlike,yershallbealady.

           ‘Ishouldlikethatwellenough,dear,’repliedCharlotte;‘buttillsain’ttobeemptiedeveryday,andpeopletogetclearoffafterit.

           ‘Tillsbeblowed!’saidMr.Claypole;‘there’smorethingsbesidestillstobeemptied.

           ‘Whatdoyoumean?’askedhiscompanion.

           ‘Pockets,women’sridicules,houses,mail-coaches,banks!’saidMr.Claypole,risingwiththeporter.

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