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Chapter 7

           

           Thedoorwasopened,butnothingcameinexceptasoapyarmandastronggushoftobacco.Thegushoftobaccocamefromtheshopdownstairs,andthesoapyarmproceededfromthebodyofaservant-girl,whobeingthenandthereengagedincleaningthestairshadjustdrawnitoutofawarmpailtotakeinaletter,whichlettershenowheldinherhand,proclaimingaloudwiththatquickperceptionofsurnamespeculiartoherclassthatitwasforMisterSnivelling.

           Dicklookedratherpaleandfoolishwhenheglancedatthedirection,andstillmoresowhenhecametolookattheinside,observingthatitwasoneoftheinconveniencesofbeingalady’sman,andthatitwasveryeasytotalkastheyhadbeentalking,buthehadquiteforgottenher.

           ‘Her.Who?’demandedTrent.

           ‘SophyWackles,’saidDick.

           ‘Who’sshe?’

           ‘She’sallmyfancypaintedher,sir,that’swhatsheis,’saidMrSwiveller,takingalongpullat‘therosy’andlookinggravelyathisfriend.‘She’slovely,she’sdivine.Youknowher.’

           ‘Iremember,’saidhiscompanioncarelessly.‘Whatofher?’

           ‘Why,sir,’returnedDick,‘betweenMissSophiaWacklesandthehumbleindividualwhohasnowthehonortoaddressyou,warmandtendersentimentshavebeenengendered,sentimentsofthemosthonourableandinspiringkind.TheGoddessDiana,sir,thatcallsaloudforthechase,isnotmoreparticularinherbehaviorthanSophiaWackles;Icantellyouthat

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