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Chapter 33

           

           Whenhehadlookedsolongthathecouldseenothing,Dicktookhiseyesoffthefairobjectofhisamazement,turnedovertheleavesofthedrafthewastocopy,dippedhispenintotheinkstand,andatlast,andbyslowapproaches,begantowrite.Buthehadnotwrittenhalf-a-dozenwordswhen,reachingovertotheinkstandtotakeafreshdip,hehappenedtoraisehiseyes.Therewastheintolerablebrownhead-dresstherewasthegreengownthere,inshort,wasMissSallyBrass,arrayedinallhercharms,andmoretremendousthanever.

           Thishappenedsooften,thatMrSwivellerbydegreesbegantofeelstrangeinfluencescreepingoverhimhorribledesirestoannihilatethisSallyBrassmysteriouspromptingstoknockherhead-dressoffandtryhowshelookedwithoutit.Therewasaverylargeruleronthetable;alarge,black,shiningruler.MrSwivellertookitupandbegantorubhisnosewithit.

           Fromrubbinghisnosewiththeruler,topoisingitinhishandandgivingitanoccasionalflourishafterthetomahawkmanner,thetransitionwaseasyandnatural.InsomeoftheseflourishesitwentclosetoMissSally’shead;theraggededgesofthehead-dressflutteredwiththewinditraised;advanceitbutaninch,andthatgreatbrownknotwasontheground:yetstilltheunconsciousmaidenworkedaway,andneverraisedhereyes.

           Well,thiswasagreatrelief.Itwasagoodthingtowritedoggedlyandobstinatelyuntilhewasdesperate,andthensnatchuptherulerandwhirlitaboutthebrownhead-dresswiththeconsciousnessthathecouldhaveitoffifheliked

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