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‘
How
did
you
come
here
?
’
‘
I
got
in
behind
,
’
replied
the
Marchioness
.
‘
Oh
please
drive
on
,
sir
—
don
’
t
stop
—
and
go
towards
the
City
,
will
you
?
And
oh
do
please
make
haste
,
because
it
’
s
of
consequence
.
There
’
s
somebody
wants
to
see
you
there
.
He
sent
me
to
say
would
you
come
directly
,
and
that
he
knowed
all
about
Kit
,
and
could
save
him
yet
,
and
prove
his
innocence
.
’
‘
What
do
you
tell
me
,
child
?
’
‘
The
truth
,
upon
my
word
and
honour
I
do
.
But
please
to
drive
on
—
quick
,
please
!
I
’
ve
been
such
a
time
gone
,
he
’
ll
think
I
’
m
lost
.
’
Mr
Abel
involuntarily
urged
the
pony
forward
.
The
pony
,
impelled
by
some
secret
sympathy
or
some
new
caprice
,
burst
into
a
great
pace
,
and
neither
slackened
it
,
nor
indulged
in
any
eccentric
performances
,
until
they
arrived
at
the
door
of
Mr
Swiveller
’
s
lodging
,
where
,
marvellous
to
relate
,
he
consented
to
stop
when
Mr
Abel
checked
him
.
‘
See
!
It
’
s
the
room
up
there
,
’
said
the
Marchioness
,
pointing
to
one
where
there
was
a
faint
light
.
‘
Come
!
’
Mr
Abel
,
who
was
one
of
the
simplest
and
most
retiring
creatures
in
existence
,
and
naturally
timid
withal
,
hesitated
;
for
he
had
heard
of
people
being
decoyed
into
strange
places
to
be
robbed
and
murdered
,
under
circumstances
very
like
the
present
,
and
,
for
anything
he
knew
to
the
contrary
,
by
guides
very
like
the
Marchioness
.
His
regard
for
Kit
,
however
,
overcame
every
other
consideration
.
So
,
entrusting
Whisker
to
the
charge
of
a
man
who
was
lingering
hard
by
in
expectation
of
the
job
,
he
suffered
his
companion
to
take
his
hand
,
and
to
lead
him
up
the
dark
and
narrow
stairs
.
He
was
not
a
little
surprised
to
find
himself
conducted
into
a
dimly
-
lighted
sick
chamber
,
where
a
man
was
sleeping
tranquilly
in
bed
.
‘
An
’
t
it
nice
to
see
him
lying
there
so
quiet
?
’
said
his
guide
,
in
an
earnest
whisper
.
‘
Oh
!
you
’
d
say
it
was
,
if
you
had
only
seen
him
two
or
three
days
ago
.
’
Mr
Abel
made
no
answer
,
and
,
to
say
the
truth
,
kept
a
long
way
from
the
bed
and
very
near
the
door
.
His
guide
,
who
appeared
to
understand
his
reluctance
,
trimmed
the
candle
,
and
taking
it
in
her
hand
,
approached
the
bed
.
As
she
did
so
,
the
sleeper
started
up
,
and
he
recognised
in
the
wasted
face
the
features
of
Richard
Swiveller
.
