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The
old
gentleman
received
him
very
kindly
and
so
did
the
old
lady
,
whose
previous
good
opinion
of
him
was
greatly
enhanced
by
his
wiping
his
boots
on
the
mat
until
the
soles
of
his
feet
burnt
again
.
He
was
then
taken
into
the
parlour
to
be
inspected
in
his
new
clothes
;
and
when
he
had
been
surveyed
several
times
,
and
had
afforded
by
his
appearance
unlimited
satisfaction
,
he
was
taken
into
the
stable
(
where
the
pony
received
him
with
uncommon
complaisance
)
;
and
thence
into
the
little
chamber
he
had
already
observed
,
which
was
very
clean
and
comfortable
:
and
thence
into
the
garden
,
in
which
the
old
gentleman
told
him
he
would
be
taught
to
employ
himself
,
and
where
he
told
him
,
besides
,
what
great
things
he
meant
to
do
to
make
him
comfortable
,
and
happy
,
if
he
found
he
deserved
it
.
All
these
kindnesses
,
Kit
acknowledged
with
various
expressions
of
gratitude
,
and
so
many
touches
of
the
new
hat
,
that
the
brim
suffered
considerably
.
When
the
old
gentleman
had
said
all
he
had
to
say
in
the
way
of
promise
and
advice
,
and
Kit
had
said
all
he
had
to
say
in
the
way
of
assurance
and
thankfulness
,
he
was
handed
over
again
to
the
old
lady
,
who
,
summoning
the
little
servant
-
girl
(
whose
name
was
Barbara
)
instructed
her
to
take
him
down
stairs
and
give
him
something
to
eat
and
drink
,
after
his
walk
.
Down
stairs
,
therefore
,
Kit
went
;
and
at
the
bottom
of
the
stairs
there
was
such
a
kitchen
as
was
never
before
seen
or
heard
of
out
of
a
toy
-
shop
window
,
with
everything
in
it
as
bright
and
glowing
,
and
as
precisely
ordered
too
,
as
Barbara
herself
.
And
in
this
kitchen
,
Kit
sat
himself
down
at
a
table
as
white
as
a
tablecloth
,
to
eat
cold
meat
,
and
drink
small
ale
,
and
use
his
knife
and
fork
the
more
awkwardly
,
because
there
was
an
unknown
Barbara
looking
on
and
observing
him
It
did
not
appear
,
however
,
that
there
was
anything
remarkably
tremendous
about
this
strange
Barbara
,
who
having
lived
a
very
quiet
life
,
blushed
very
much
and
was
quite
as
embarrassed
and
uncertain
what
she
ought
to
say
or
do
,
as
Kit
could
possibly
be
.
When
he
had
sat
for
some
little
time
,
attentive
to
the
ticking
of
the
sober
clock
,
he
ventured
to
glance
curiously
at
the
dresser
,
and
there
,
among
the
plates
and
dishes
,
were
Barbara
’
s
little
work
-
box
with
a
sliding
lid
to
shut
in
the
balls
of
cotton
,
and
Barbara
’
s
prayer
-
book
,
and
Barbara
’
s
hymn
-
book
,
and
Barbara
’
s
Bible
.
Barbara
’
s
little
looking
-
glass
hung
in
a
good
light
near
the
window
,
and
Barbara
’
s
bonnet
was
on
a
nail
behind
the
door
.
From
all
these
mute
signs
and
tokens
of
her
presence
,
he
naturally
glanced
at
Barbara
herself
,
who
sat
as
mute
as
they
,
shelling
peas
into
a
dish
;
and
just
when
Kit
was
looking
at
her
eyelashes
and
wondering
—
quite
in
the
simplicity
of
his
heart
—
what
colour
her
eyes
might
be
,
it
perversely
happened
that
Barbara
raised
her
head
a
little
to
look
at
him
,
when
both
pair
of
eyes
were
hastily
withdrawn
,
and
Kit
leant
over
his
plate
,
and
Barbara
over
her
pea
-
shells
,
each
in
extreme
confusion
at
having
been
detected
by
the
other
.
Mr
Richard
Swiveller
wending
homeward
from
the
Wilderness
(
for
such
was
the
appropriate
name
of
Quilp
’
s
choice
retreat
)
,
after
a
sinuous
and
corkscrew
fashion
,
with
many
checks
and
stumbles
;
after
stopping
suddenly
and
staring
about
him
,
then
as
suddenly
running
forward
for
a
few
paces
,
and
as
suddenly
halting
again
and
shaking
his
head
;
doing
everything
with
a
jerk
and
nothing
by
premeditation
;
—
Mr
Richard
Swiveller
wending
his
way
homeward
after
this
fashion
,
which
is
considered
by
evil
-
minded
men
to
be
symbolical
of
intoxication
,
and
is
not
held
by
such
persons
to
denote
that
state
of
deep
wisdom
and
reflection
in
which
the
actor
knows
himself
to
be
,
began
to
think
that
possibly
he
had
misplaced
his
confidence
and
that
the
dwarf
might
not
be
precisely
the
sort
of
person
to
whom
to
entrust
a
secret
of
such
delicacy
and
importance
.
And
being
led
and
tempted
on
by
this
remorseful
thought
into
a
condition
which
the
evil
-
minded
class
before
referred
to
would
term
the
maudlin
state
or
stage
of
drunkenness
,
it
occurred
to
Mr
Swiveller
to
cast
his
hat
upon
the
ground
,
and
moan
,
crying
aloud
that
he
was
an
unhappy
orphan
,
and
that
if
he
had
not
been
an
unhappy
orphan
things
had
never
come
to
this
.
‘
Left
an
infant
by
my
parents
,
at
an
early
age
,
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
,
bewailing
his
hard
lot
,
‘
cast
upon
the
world
in
my
tenderest
period
,
and
thrown
upon
the
mercies
of
a
deluding
dwarf
,
who
can
wonder
at
my
weakness
!
Here
’
s
a
miserable
orphan
for
you
.
Here
,
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
raising
his
voice
to
a
high
pitch
,
and
looking
sleepily
round
,
‘
is
a
miserable
orphan
!
’
‘
Then
,
’
said
somebody
hard
by
,
‘
let
me
be
a
father
to
you
.
’
Mr
Swiveller
swayed
himself
to
and
fro
to
preserve
his
balance
,
and
,
looking
into
a
kind
of
haze
which
seemed
to
surround
him
,
at
last
perceived
two
eyes
dimly
twinkling
through
the
mist
,
which
he
observed
after
a
short
time
were
in
the
neighbourhood
of
a
nose
and
mouth
.
Casting
his
eyes
down
towards
that
quarter
in
which
,
with
reference
to
a
man
’
s
face
,
his
legs
are
usually
to
be
found
,
he
observed
that
the
face
had
a
body
attached
;
and
when
he
looked
more
intently
he
was
satisfied
that
the
person
was
Mr
Quilp
,
who
indeed
had
been
in
his
company
all
the
time
,
but
whom
he
had
some
vague
idea
of
having
left
a
mile
or
two
behind
.
‘
You
have
deceived
an
orphan
,
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
solemnly
.
’
