The Old Curiosity Shop


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property - a box of property - say anything more than is set down in  
this memorandum?'  
'Come, don't be a fool,' said Miss Sally.  
Dick looked at her, and then at Brass, and then at Miss Sally again,  
and still said 'No.'  
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Pooh, pooh! Deuce take it, Mr Richard, how dull you are!' cried Brass,  
relaxing into a smile. 'Did he say anything about his property? -  
there!'  
'
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That's the way to put it,' said Miss Sally, nodding to her brother.  
Did he say, for instance,' added Brass, in a kind of comfortable, cozy  
tone - 'I don't assert that he did say so, mind; I only ask you, to  
refresh your memory - did he say, for instance, that he was a stranger  
in London - that it was not his humour or within his ability to give any  
references - that he felt we had a right to require them - and that, in  
case anything should happen to him, at any time, he particularly  
desired that whatever property he had upon the premises should be  
considered mine, as some slight recompense for the trouble and  
annoyance I should sustain - and were you, in short,' added Brass,  
still more comfortably and cozily than before, 'were you induced to  
accept him on my behalf, as a tenant, upon those conditions?'  
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Certainly not,' replied Dick.  
Why then, Mr Richard,' said Brass, darting at him a supercilious and  
reproachful look, 'it's my opinion that you've mistaken your calling,  
and will never make a lawyer.'  
'Not if you live a thousand years,' added Miss Sally. Whereupon the  
brother and sister took each a noisy pinch of snuff from the little tin  
box, and fell into a gloomy thoughtfulness.  
Nothing further passed up to Mr Swiveller's dinner-time, which was at  
three o'clock, and seemed about three weeks in coming. At the first  
stroke of the hour, the new clerk disappeared. At the last stroke of  
five, he reappeared, and the office, as if by magic, became fragrant  
with the smell of gin and water and lemon-peel.  
'Mr Richard,' said Brass, 'this man's not up yet. Nothing will wake  
him, sir. What's to be done?'  
'I should let him have his sleep out,' returned Dick.  


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