The Old Curiosity Shop


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I wish I only knew who his friends were,' muttered Sampson, filling  
his pocket with papers; 'if they'd just get up a pretty little Commission  
de lunatico at the Gray's Inn Coffee House and give me the job, I'd be  
content to have the lodgings empty for one while, at all events.'  
With which words, and knocking his hat over his eyes as if for the  
purpose of shutting out even a glimpse of the dreadful visitation, Mr  
Brass rushed from the house and hurried away.  
As Mr Swiveller was decidedly favourable to these performances, upon  
the ground that looking at a Punch, or indeed looking at anything out  
of window, was better than working; and as he had been, for this  
reason, at some pains to awaken in his fellow clerk a sense of their  
beauties and manifold deserts; both he and Miss Sally rose as with  
one accord and took up their positions at the window: upon the sill  
whereof, as in a post of honour, sundry young ladies and gentlemen  
who were employed in the dry nurture of babies, and who made a  
point of being present, with their young charges, on such occasions,  
had already established themselves as comfortably as the  
circumstances would allow.  
The glass being dim, Mr Swiveller, agreeably to a friendly custom  
which he had established between them, hitched off the brown head-  
dress from Miss Sally's head, and dusted it carefully therewith. By the  
time he had handed it back, and its beautiful wearer had put it on  
again (which she did with perfect composure and indifference), the  
lodger returned with the show and showmen at his heels, and a strong  
addition to the body of spectators. The exhibitor disappeared with all  
speed behind the drapery; and his partner, stationing himself by the  
side of the Theatre, surveyed the audience with a remarkable  
expression of melancholy, which became more remarkable still when  
he breathed a hornpipe tune into that sweet musical instrument  
which is popularly termed a mouth-organ, without at all changing the  
mournful expression of the upper part of his face, though his mouth  
and chin were, of necessity, in lively spasms.  
The drama proceeded to its close, and held the spectators enchained  
in the customary manner. The sensation which kindles in large  
assemblies, when they are relieved from a state of breathless suspense  
and are again free to speak and move, was yet rife, when the lodger,  
as usual, summoned the men up stairs.  
'Both of you,' he called from the window; for only the actual exhibitor -  
a little fat man - prepared to obey the summons. 'I want to talk to you.  
Come both of you!'  
Come, Tommy,' said the little man.  


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