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powers, she hurried away, commissioned to bring either old Mr
Garland or Mr Abel, bodily, to that apartment.
'I suppose,' said Dick, as she closed the door slowly, and peeped into
the room again, to make sure that he was comfortable, 'I suppose
there's nothing left - not so much as a waistcoat even?'
'
'
No, nothing.'
It's embarrassing,' said Mr Swiveller, 'in case of fire - even an
umbrella would be something - but you did quite right, dear
Marchioness. I should have died without you!'
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