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Chapter XXXIV
In course of time, that is to say, after a couple of hours or so, of
diligent application, Miss Brass arrived at the conclusion of her task,
and recorded the fact by wiping her pen upon the green gown, and
taking a pinch of snuff from a little round tin box which she carried in
her pocket. Having disposed of this temperate refreshment, she arose
from her stool, tied her papers into a formal packet with red tape, and
taking them under her arm, marched out of the office.
Mr Swiveller had scarcely sprung off his seat and commenced the
performance of a maniac hornpipe, when he was interrupted, in the
fulness of his joy at being again alone, by the opening of the door, and
the reappearance of Miss Sally's head.
'I am going out,' said Miss Brass.
'
Very good, ma'am,' returned Dick. 'And don't hurry yourself on my
account to come back, ma'am,' he added inwardly.
'If anybody comes on office business, take their messages, and say
that the gentleman who attends to that matter isn't in at present, will
you?' said Miss Brass.
'
'
'
I will, ma'am,' replied Dick.
I shan't be very long,' said Miss Brass, retiring.
I'm sorry to hear it, ma'am,' rejoined Dick when she had shut the
door. 'I hope you may be unexpectedly detained, ma'am. If you could
manage to be run over, ma'am, but not seriously, so much the better.'
Uttering these expressions of good-will with extreme gravity, Mr
Swiveller sat down in the client's chair and pondered; then took a few
turns up and down the room and fell into the chair again.
'So I'm Brass's clerk, am I?' said Dick. 'Brass's clerk, eh? And the
clerk of Brass's sister - clerk to a female Dragon. Very good, very good!
What shall I be next? Shall I be a convict in a felt hat and a grey suit,
trotting about a dockyard with my number neatly embroidered on my
uniform, and the order of the garter on my leg, restrained from chafing
my ankle by a twisted belcher handkerchief? Shall I be that? Will that
do, or is it too genteel? Whatever you please, have it your own way, of
course.'
As he was entirely alone, it may be presumed that, in these remarks,
Mr Swiveller addressed himself to his fate or destiny, whom, as we
learn by the precedents, it is the custom of heroes to taunt in a very
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