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The Diary of a Nobody
·
George Grossmith Weedon Grossmith
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I
said
I
was
determined
to
find
out
who
did
it,
whereupon
she
said
she
would
do
her
best
to
help
me;
but
she
remembered
the
sweep
lighting
the
fire
with
a
bit
of
the
Echo.
I
requested
the
sweep
to
be
sent
to
me
to-morrow.
I
wish
Carrie
had
not
given
Lupin
a
latch-key;
we
never
seem
to
see
anything
of
him.
I
sat
up
till
past
one
for
him,
and
then
retired
tired.
NOVEMBER
1.—
My
entry
yesterday
about
“retired
tired,”
which
I
did
not
notice
at
the
time,
is
rather
funny.
If
I
were
not
so
worried
just
now,
I
might
have
had
a
little
joke
about
it.
The
sweep
called,
but
had
the
audacity
to
come
up
to
the
hall-door
and
lean
his
dirty
bag
of
soot
on
the
door-step.
He,
however,
was
so
polite,
I
could
not
rebuke
him.
He
said
Sarah
lighted
the
fire.
Unfortunately,
Sarah
heard
this,
for
she
was
dusting
the
banisters,
and
she
ran
down,
and
flew
into
a
temper
with
the
sweep,
causing
a
row
on
the
front
door-steps,
which
I
would
not
have
had
happen
for
anything.
I
ordered
her
about
her
business,
and
told
the
sweep
I
was
sorry
to
have
troubled
him;
and
so
I
was,
for
the
door-steps
were
covered
with
soot
in
consequence
of
his
visit.
I
would
willingly
give
ten
shillings
to
find
out
who
tore
my
diary.
NOVEMBER
2.—
I
spent
the
evening
quietly
with
Carrie,
of
whose
company
I
never
tire.
We
had
a
most
pleasant
chat
about
the
letters
on
“Is
Marriage
a
Failure?”
It
has
been
no
failure
in
our
case.
In
talking
over
our
own
happy
experiences,
we
never
noticed
that
it
was
past
midnight.
We
were
startled
by
hearing
the
door
slam
violently.
Lupin
had
come
in.
He
made
no
attempt
to
turn
down
the
gas
in
the
passage,
or
even
to
look
into
the
room
where
we
were,
but
went
straight
up
to
bed,
making
a
terrible
noise.
I
asked
him
to
come
down
for
a
moment,
and
he
begged
to
be
excused,
as
he
was
“dead
beat,”
an
observation
that
was
scarcely
consistent
with
the
fact
that,
for
a
quarter
of
an
hour
afterwards,
he
was
positively
dancing
in
his
room,
and
shouting
out,
“See
me
dance
the
polka!”
or
some
such
nonsense.
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