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‘
Ah
!
’
said
Dick
,
‘
you
might
have
said
that
a
few
weeks
ago
,
but
it
won
’
t
do
now
,
my
buck
.
Immolating
herself
upon
the
shrine
of
Cheggs
—
’
‘
Poison
Cheggs
,
cut
Cheggs
’
s
ears
off
,
’
rejoined
Quilp
.
‘
I
won
’
t
hear
of
Cheggs
.
Her
name
is
Swiveller
or
nothing
.
I
’
ll
drink
her
health
again
,
and
her
father
’
s
,
and
her
mother
’
s
;
and
to
all
her
sisters
and
brothers
—
the
glorious
family
of
the
Wackleses
—
all
the
Wackleses
in
one
glass
—
down
with
it
to
the
dregs
!
’
‘
Well
,
’
said
Richard
Swiveller
,
stopping
short
in
the
act
of
raising
the
glass
to
his
lips
and
looking
at
the
dwarf
in
a
species
of
stupor
as
he
flourished
his
arms
and
legs
about
:
‘
you
’
re
a
jolly
fellow
,
but
of
all
the
jolly
fellows
I
ever
saw
or
heard
of
,
you
have
the
queerest
and
most
extraordinary
way
with
you
,
upon
my
life
you
have
.
’
This
candid
declaration
tended
rather
to
increase
than
restrain
Mr
Quilp
’
s
eccentricities
,
and
Richard
Swiveller
,
astonished
to
see
him
in
such
a
roystering
vein
,
and
drinking
not
a
little
himself
,
for
company
—
began
imperceptibly
to
become
more
companionable
and
confiding
,
so
that
,
being
judiciously
led
on
by
Mr
Quilp
,
he
grew
at
last
very
confiding
indeed
.
Having
once
got
him
into
this
mood
,
and
knowing
now
the
key
-
note
to
strike
whenever
he
was
at
a
loss
,
Daniel
Quilp
’
s
task
was
comparatively
an
easy
one
,
and
he
was
soon
in
possession
of
the
whole
details
of
the
scheme
contrived
between
the
easy
Dick
and
his
more
designing
friend
.
‘
Stop
!
’
said
Quilp
.
‘
That
’
s
the
thing
,
that
’
s
the
thing
.
It
can
be
brought
about
,
it
shall
be
brought
about
.
There
’
s
my
hand
upon
it
;
I
am
your
friend
from
this
minute
.
’
‘
What
!
do
you
think
there
’
s
still
a
chance
?
’
inquired
Dick
,
in
surprise
at
this
encouragement
.
‘
A
chance
!
’
echoed
the
dwarf
,
‘
a
certainty
!
Sophy
Wackles
may
become
a
Cheggs
or
anything
else
she
likes
,
but
not
a
Swiveller
.
Oh
you
lucky
dog
!
He
’
s
richer
than
any
Jew
alive
;
you
’
re
a
made
man
.
I
see
in
you
now
nothing
but
Nelly
’
s
husband
,
rolling
in
gold
and
silver
.
I
’
ll
help
you
.
It
shall
be
done
.
Mind
my
words
,
it
shall
be
done
.
’
‘
But
how
?
’
said
Dick
.
‘
There
’
s
plenty
of
time
,
’
rejoined
the
dwarf
,
‘
and
it
shall
be
done
.
We
’
ll
sit
down
and
talk
it
over
again
all
the
way
through
.
Fill
your
glass
while
I
’
m
gone
.
I
shall
be
back
directly
—
directly
.
