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’
With
these
hasty
words
,
Daniel
Quilp
withdrew
into
a
dismantled
skittle
-
ground
behind
the
public
-
house
,
and
,
throwing
himself
upon
the
ground
actually
screamed
and
rolled
about
in
uncontrollable
delight
.
‘
Here
’
s
sport
!
’
he
cried
,
‘
sport
ready
to
my
hand
,
all
invented
and
arranged
,
and
only
to
be
enjoyed
.
It
was
this
shallow
-
pated
fellow
who
made
my
bones
ache
t
’
other
day
,
was
it
?
It
was
his
friend
and
fellow
-
plotter
,
Mr
Trent
,
that
once
made
eyes
at
Mrs
Quilp
,
and
leered
and
looked
,
was
it
?
After
labouring
for
two
or
three
years
in
their
precious
scheme
,
to
find
that
they
’
ve
got
a
beggar
at
last
,
and
one
of
them
tied
for
life
.
Ha
ha
ha
!
He
shall
marry
Nell
.
He
shall
have
her
,
and
I
’
ll
be
the
first
man
,
when
the
knot
’
s
tied
hard
and
fast
,
to
tell
‘
em
what
they
’
ve
gained
and
what
I
’
ve
helped
‘
em
to
.
Here
will
be
a
clearing
of
old
scores
,
here
will
be
a
time
to
remind
‘
em
what
a
capital
friend
I
was
,
and
how
I
helped
them
to
the
heiress
.
Ha
ha
ha
!
’
In
the
height
of
his
ecstasy
,
Mr
Quilp
had
like
to
have
met
with
a
disagreeable
check
,
for
rolling
very
near
a
broken
dog
-
kennel
,
there
leapt
forth
a
large
fierce
dog
,
who
,
but
that
his
chain
was
of
the
shortest
,
would
have
given
him
a
disagreeable
salute
.
As
it
was
,
the
dwarf
remained
upon
his
back
in
perfect
safety
,
taunting
the
dog
with
hideous
faces
,
and
triumphing
over
him
in
his
inability
to
advance
another
inch
,
though
there
were
not
a
couple
of
feet
between
them
.
‘
Why
don
’
t
you
come
and
bite
me
,
why
don
’
t
you
come
and
tear
me
to
pieces
,
you
coward
?
’
said
Quilp
,
hissing
and
worrying
the
animal
till
he
was
nearly
mad
‘
You
’
re
afraid
,
you
bully
,
you
’
re
afraid
,
you
know
you
are
.
’
The
dog
tore
and
strained
at
his
chain
with
starting
eyes
and
furious
bark
,
but
there
the
dwarf
lay
,
snapping
his
fingers
with
gestures
of
defiance
and
contempt
.
When
he
had
sufficiently
recovered
from
his
delight
,
he
rose
,
and
with
his
arms
a
-
kimbo
,
achieved
a
kind
of
demon
-
dance
round
the
kennel
,
just
without
the
limits
of
the
chain
,
driving
the
dog
quite
wild
.
Having
by
this
means
composed
his
spirits
and
put
himself
in
a
pleasant
train
,
he
returned
to
his
unsuspicious
companion
,
whom
he
found
looking
at
the
tide
with
exceeding
gravity
,
and
thinking
of
that
same
gold
and
silver
which
Mr
Quilp
had
mentioned
.
The
remainder
of
that
day
and
the
whole
of
the
next
were
a
busy
time
for
the
Nubbles
family
,
to
whom
everything
connected
with
Kit
’
s
outfit
and
departure
was
matter
of
as
great
moment
as
if
he
had
been
about
to
penetrate
into
the
interior
of
Africa
,
or
to
take
a
cruise
round
the
world
.
It
would
be
difficult
to
suppose
that
there
ever
was
a
box
which
was
opened
and
shut
so
many
times
within
four
-
and
-
twenty
hours
,
as
that
which
contained
his
wardrobe
and
necessaries
;
and
certainly
there
never
was
one
which
to
two
small
eyes
presented
such
a
mine
of
clothing
,
as
this
mighty
chest
with
its
three
shirts
and
proportionate
allowance
of
stockings
and
pocket
-
handkerchiefs
,
disclosed
to
the
astonished
vision
of
little
Jacob
.
At
last
it
was
conveyed
to
the
carrier
’
s
,
at
whose
house
at
Finchley
Kit
was
to
find
it
next
day
;
and
the
box
being
gone
,
there
remained
but
two
questions
for
consideration
:
firstly
,
whether
the
carrier
would
lose
,
or
dishonestly
feign
to
lose
,
the
box
upon
the
road
;
secondly
,
whether
Kit
’
s
mother
perfectly
understood
how
to
take
care
of
herself
in
the
absence
of
her
son
.
‘
I
don
’
t
think
there
’
s
hardly
a
chance
of
his
really
losing
it
,
but
carriers
are
under
great
temptation
to
pretend
they
lose
things
,
no
doubt
,
’
said
Mrs
Nubbles
apprehensively
,
in
reference
to
the
first
point
.
‘
No
doubt
about
it
,
’
returned
Kit
,
with
a
serious
look
;
‘
upon
my
word
,
mother
,
I
don
’
t
think
it
was
right
to
trust
it
to
itself
.
Somebody
ought
to
have
gone
with
it
,
I
’
m
afraid
.
’
