The Old Curiosity Shop


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'Oh!' said Brass, 'here's the very sum. That saves trouble. You're very  
welcome I'm sure. - Mr Richard, sir - ' Dick, who had by this time  
reached the door, turned round.  
'You needn't,' said Brass, 'trouble yourself to come back any more,  
Sir.'  
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Eh?'  
You see, Mr Richard,' said Brass, thrusting his hands in his pockets,  
and rocking himself to and fro on his stool, 'the fact is, that a man of  
your abilities is lost, Sir, quite lost, in our dry and mouldy line. It's  
terrible drudgery - shocking. I should say, now, that the stage, or the -  
or the army, Mr Richard - or something very superior in the licensed  
victualling way - was the kind of thing that would call out the genius  
of such a man as you. I hope you'll look in to see us now and then.  
Sally, Sir, will be delighted I'm sure. She's extremely sorry to lose you,  
Mr Richard, but a sense of her duty to society reconciles her. An  
amazing creature that, sir! You'll find the money quite correct, I think.  
There's a cracked window sir, but I've not made any deduction on that  
account. Whenever we part with friends, Mr Richard, let us part  
liberally. A delightful sentiment, sir!'  
To all these rambling observations, Mr Swiveller answered not one  
word, but, returning for the aquatic jacket, rolled it into a tight round  
ball: looking steadily at Brass meanwhile as if he had some intention  
of bowling him down with it. He only took it under his arm, however,  
and marched out of the office in profound silence. When he had closed  
the door, he re-opened it, stared in again for a few moments with the  
same portentous gravity, and nodding his head once, in a slow and  
ghost-like manner, vanished.  
He paid the coachman, and turned his back on Bevis Marks, big with  
great designs for the comforting of Kit's mother and the aid of Kit  
himself.  
But the lives of gentlemen devoted to such pleasures as Richard  
Swiveller, are extremely precarious. The spiritual excitement of the  
last fortnight, working upon a system affected in no slight degree by  
the spirituous excitement of some years, proved a little too much for  
him. That very night, Mr Richard was seized with an alarming illness,  
and in twenty-four hours was stricken with a raging fever.  


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