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‘
Don
’
t
be
frightened
,
mistress
,
’
said
Quilp
,
after
a
pause
.
‘
Your
son
knows
me
;
I
don
’
t
eat
babies
;
I
don
’
t
like
‘
em
.
It
will
be
as
well
to
stop
that
young
screamer
though
,
in
case
I
should
be
tempted
to
do
him
a
mischief
.
Holloa
,
sir
!
Will
you
be
quiet
?
’
Little
Jacob
stemmed
the
course
of
two
tears
which
he
was
squeezing
out
of
his
eyes
,
and
instantly
subsided
into
a
silent
horror
.
‘
Mind
you
don
’
t
break
out
again
,
you
villain
,
’
said
Quilp
,
looking
sternly
at
him
,
‘
or
I
’
ll
make
faces
at
you
and
throw
you
into
fits
,
I
will
.
Now
you
sir
,
why
haven
’
t
you
been
to
me
as
you
promised
?
’
‘
What
should
I
come
for
?
’
retorted
Kit
.
‘
I
hadn
’
t
any
business
with
you
,
no
more
than
you
had
with
me
.
’
‘
Here
,
mistress
,
’
said
Quilp
,
turning
quickly
away
,
and
appealing
from
Kit
to
his
mother
.
‘
When
did
his
old
master
come
or
send
here
last
?
Is
he
here
now
?
If
not
,
where
’
s
he
gone
?
’
‘
He
has
not
been
here
at
all
,
’
she
replied
.
‘
I
wish
we
knew
where
they
have
gone
,
for
it
would
make
my
son
a
good
deal
easier
in
his
mind
,
and
me
too
.
If
you
’
re
the
gentleman
named
Mr
Quilp
,
I
should
have
thought
you
’
d
have
known
,
and
so
I
told
him
only
this
very
day
.
’
‘
Humph
!
’
muttered
Quilp
,
evidently
disappointed
to
believe
that
this
was
true
.
‘
That
’
s
what
you
tell
this
gentleman
too
,
is
it
?
’
‘
If
the
gentleman
comes
to
ask
the
same
question
,
I
can
’
t
tell
him
anything
else
,
sir
;
and
I
only
wish
I
could
,
for
our
own
sakes
,
’
was
the
reply
.
Quilp
glanced
at
Richard
Swiveller
,
and
observed
that
having
met
him
on
the
threshold
,
he
assumed
that
he
had
come
in
search
of
some
intelligence
of
the
fugitives
.
He
supposed
he
was
right
?
‘
Yes
,
’
said
Dick
,
‘
that
was
the
object
of
the
present
expedition
.
I
fancied
it
possible
—
but
let
us
go
ring
fancy
’
s
knell
.
I
’
ll
begin
it
.
’
