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Chapter 64

           Firstofall,willyouhavethegoodnesstoinformmewhereIshallfindmyvoice;andsecondly,whathasbecomeofmyflesh?’

           TheMarchionessonlyshookherheadmournfully,andcriedagain;whereuponMrSwiveller(beingveryweak)felthisowneyesaffectedlikewise.

           ‘Ibegintoinfer,fromyourmanner,andtheseappearances,Marchioness,’saidRichardafterapause,andsmilingwithatremblinglip,‘thatIhavebeenill.’

           ‘Youjusthave!’repliedthesmallservant,wipinghereyes.‘Andhaven’tyoubeenatalkingnonsense!’

           ‘Oh!’saidDick.‘Veryill,Marchioness,haveIbeen?’

           ‘Dead,allbut,’repliedthesmallservant.‘Ineverthoughtyou’dgetbetter.ThankHeavenyouhave!’

           MrSwivellerwassilentforalongwhile.Byandbye,hebegantotalkagain,inquiringhowlonghehadbeenthere.

           ‘Threeweeksto-morrow,’repliedtheservant.

           ‘Threewhat?’saidDick.

           ‘Weeks,’returnedtheMarchionessemphatically;‘threelong,slowweeks.’

           Thebarethoughtofhavingbeeninsuchextremity,causedRichardtofallintoanothersilence,andtolieflatdownagain,athisfulllength.TheMarchioness,havingarrangedthebed-clothesmorecomfortably,andfeltthathishandsandforeheadwerequitecooladiscoverythatfilledherwithdelightcriedalittlemore,andthenappliedherselftogettingteaready,andmakingsomethindrytoast.

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