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Title: Master Humphrey's clock
Year: 1840 (1840s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Cattermole, George, 1800-1868, ill Browne, Hablot Knight, 1815-1882, ill
Subjects: Gordon Riots, 1780
Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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runk into stripes again at the sound ; and raising himself a little in the bed,and holding the curtain open with one hand, he looked out. The same room certainly, and still by candle-light; but with what unbounded astonishment did he see all those bottles, and basins, and articles of linen airing by the fire, and such-like furniture of a sick chamber—all very clean and neat, but all quite different from anything he had left there, when he went to bed! VOL. n.—40. P Lj8 MASTER HUMPHREYS CLOCK. The atmosphere, too, filled with a cool smell of herbs and vinegar; the floornewly sprinkled ; the—the what ? The Marchioness ? Yes ; playing cribbagewith herself at the table. There she sat, intent npon her game, coughing nowand then in a subdued manner as if she feared to disturb him—shufflinfr thecards, cutting, dealing, playing, counting, pegging; going through all the mys-teries of cribbage as though she had been in full practice from her cradle! 55^:^^<<^^^S:^-:i:^J±^^^v s^:^
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Mr. Swiveller contemplated these things for a short time, and suffering tho-curtain to fall into its former position, laid his head upon the pillow again. Im dreaming, thought Richard, thats clear. When I w-ent to bed,my hands were not made of egg-shells ; and now I can almost see through era.If this is not a dream, I have woke up by mistake in an Arabian Night insteadof a London one. But I have no doubt Im asleep. Not the least. Here the small servant had another cough. Very remarkable ! thought ^Ir. Swiveller. I never dreamt such a realcough as that, before. I dont know, indeed, that I ever dreamt either a coughor a sneeze. Perhaps its part of the philosophy of dreams that one neverdoes. Theres another—and another—I say,—Im dreaming rather fast. For the purpose of testing his real condition, Mr. Swiveller, after somoreflection, pinched himself in the arm. Queerer still! he thought. I came to bed rather plump than other-wise, and now theres nothing to lay hold of. Ill take anot

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