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Chapter 64

           

           Andwiththathefelldownflatagain,assuddenlyasifhehadbeenshot.Thusheremained,motionlessandbereftofspeech,untilshehadfinishedhermeal,puteverythinginitsplace,andsweptthehearth;whenhemotionedhertobringachairtothebedside,and,beingproppedupagain,openedafartherconversation.

           ‘Andso,’saidDick,‘youhaverunaway?’

           ‘Yes,’saidtheMarchioness,‘andthey’vebeenatizingofme.’

           ‘Been—Ibegyourpardon,’saidDick—‘whathavetheybeendoing?’

           ‘Beenatizingofme—tizingyouknow—inthenewspapers,’rejoinedtheMarchioness.

           ‘Aye,aye,’saidDick,‘advertising?’

           Thesmallservantnodded,andwinked.Hereyesweresoredwithwakingandcrying,thattheTragicMusemighthavewinkedwithgreaterconsistency.AndsoDickfelt.

           ‘Tellme,’saidhe,‘howitwasthatyouthoughtofcominghere.’

           ‘Why,yousee,’returnedtheMarchioness,‘whenyouwasgone,Ihadn’tanyfriendatall,becausethelodgerhenevercomeback,andIdidn’tknowwhereeitherhimoryouwastobefound,youknow.Butonemorning,whenIwas—’

           ‘Wasnearakeyhole?’suggestedMrSwiveller,observingthatshefaltered.

           ‘Wellthen,’saidthesmallservant,nodding;‘whenIwasneartheofficekeyhole—asyouseemethrough,youknow—Iheardsomebodysayingthatshelivedhere,andwastheladywhosehouseyoulodgedat,andthatyouwastookverybad,andwouldn’tnobodycomeandtakecareofyou.

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