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‘
You
seem
disappointed
,
’
observed
Quilp
.
‘
A
baffler
,
Sir
,
a
baffler
,
that
’
s
all
,
’
returned
Dick
.
‘
I
have
entered
upon
a
speculation
which
has
proved
a
baffler
;
and
a
Being
of
brightness
and
beauty
will
be
offered
up
a
sacrifice
at
Cheggs
’
s
altar
.
That
’
s
all
,
sir
.
’
The
dwarf
eyed
Richard
with
a
sarcastic
smile
,
but
Richard
,
who
had
been
taking
a
rather
strong
lunch
with
a
friend
,
observed
him
not
,
and
continued
to
deplore
his
fate
with
mournful
and
despondent
looks
.
Quilp
plainly
discerned
that
there
was
some
secret
reason
for
this
visit
and
his
uncommon
disappointment
,
and
,
in
the
hope
that
there
might
be
means
of
mischief
lurking
beneath
it
,
resolved
to
worm
it
out
.
He
had
no
sooner
adopted
this
resolution
,
than
he
conveyed
as
much
honesty
into
his
face
as
it
was
capable
of
expressing
,
and
sympathised
with
Mr
Swiveller
exceedingly
.
‘
I
am
disappointed
myself
,
’
said
Quilp
,
‘
out
of
mere
friendly
feeling
for
them
;
but
you
have
real
reasons
,
private
reasons
I
have
no
doubt
,
for
your
disappointment
,
and
therefore
it
comes
heavier
than
mine
.
’
‘
Why
,
of
course
it
does
,
’
Dick
observed
,
testily
.
‘
Upon
my
word
,
I
’
m
very
sorry
,
very
sorry
.
I
’
m
rather
cast
down
myself
.
As
we
are
companions
in
adversity
,
shall
we
be
companions
in
the
surest
way
of
forgetting
it
?
If
you
had
no
particular
business
,
now
,
to
lead
you
in
another
direction
,
’
urged
Quilp
,
plucking
him
by
the
sleeve
and
looking
slyly
up
into
his
face
out
of
the
corners
of
his
eyes
,
‘
there
is
a
house
by
the
water
-
side
where
they
have
some
of
the
noblest
Schiedam
—
reputed
to
be
smuggled
,
but
that
’
s
between
ourselves
—
that
can
be
got
in
all
the
world
.
The
landlord
knows
me
.
There
’
s
a
little
summer
-
house
overlooking
the
river
,
where
we
might
take
a
glass
of
this
delicious
liquor
with
a
whiff
of
the
best
tobacco
—
it
’
s
in
this
case
,
and
of
the
rarest
quality
,
to
my
certain
knowledge
—
and
be
perfectly
snug
and
happy
,
could
we
possibly
contrive
it
;
or
is
there
any
very
particular
engagement
that
peremptorily
takes
you
another
way
,
Mr
Swiveller
,
eh
?
’
As
the
dwarf
spoke
,
Dick
’
s
face
relaxed
into
a
compliant
smile
,
and
his
brows
slowly
unbent
.
By
the
time
he
had
finished
,
Dick
was
looking
down
at
Quilp
in
the
same
sly
manner
as
Quilp
was
looking
up
at
him
,
and
there
remained
nothing
more
to
be
done
but
to
set
out
for
the
house
in
question
.
This
they
did
,
straightway
.
The
moment
their
backs
were
turned
,
little
Jacob
thawed
,
and
resumed
his
crying
from
the
point
where
Quilp
had
frozen
him
.
The
summer
-
house
of
which
Mr
Quilp
had
spoken
was
a
rugged
wooden
box
,
rotten
and
bare
to
see
,
which
overhung
the
river
’
s
mud
,
and
threatened
to
slide
down
into
it
.
The
tavern
to
which
it
belonged
was
a
crazy
building
,
sapped
and
undermined
by
the
rats
,
and
only
upheld
by
great
bars
of
wood
which
were
reared
against
its
walls
,
and
had
propped
it
up
so
long
that
even
they
were
decaying
and
yielding
with
their
load
,
and
of
a
windy
night
might
be
heard
to
creak
and
crack
as
if
the
whole
fabric
were
about
to
come
toppling
down
.
The
house
stood
—
if
anything
so
old
and
feeble
could
be
said
to
stand
—
on
a
piece
of
waste
ground
,
blighted
with
the
unwholesome
smoke
of
factory
chimneys
,
and
echoing
the
clank
of
iron
wheels
and
rush
of
troubled
water
.
