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‘
I
!
I
’
m
a
second
father
to
you
,
’
replied
Quilp
.
‘
You
my
father
,
Sir
!
’
retorted
Dick
.
‘
Being
all
right
myself
,
Sir
,
I
request
to
be
left
alone
—
instantly
,
Sir
.
’
‘
What
a
funny
fellow
you
are
!
’
cried
Quilp
.
‘
Go
,
Sir
,
’
returned
Dick
,
leaning
against
a
post
and
waving
his
hand
.
‘
Go
,
deceiver
,
go
,
some
day
,
Sir
,
p
’
r
’
aps
you
’
ll
waken
,
from
pleasure
’
s
dream
to
know
,
the
grief
of
orphans
forsaken
.
Will
you
go
,
Sir
?
’
The
dwarf
taking
no
heed
of
this
adjuration
,
Mr
Swiveller
advanced
with
the
view
of
inflicting
upon
him
condign
chastisement
.
But
forgetting
his
purpose
or
changing
his
mind
before
he
came
close
to
him
,
he
seized
his
hand
and
vowed
eternal
friendship
,
declaring
with
an
agreeable
frankness
that
from
that
time
forth
they
were
brothers
in
everything
but
personal
appearance
.
Then
he
told
his
secret
over
again
,
with
the
addition
of
being
pathetic
on
the
subject
of
Miss
Wackles
,
who
,
he
gave
Mr
Quilp
to
understand
,
was
the
occasion
of
any
slight
incoherency
he
might
observe
in
his
speech
at
that
moment
,
which
was
attributable
solely
to
the
strength
of
his
affection
and
not
to
rosy
wine
or
other
fermented
liquor
.
And
then
they
went
on
arm
-
in
-
arm
,
very
lovingly
together
.
‘
I
’
m
as
sharp
,
’
said
Quilp
to
him
,
at
parting
,
‘
as
sharp
as
a
ferret
,
and
as
cunning
as
a
weazel
.
You
bring
Trent
to
me
;
assure
him
that
I
’
m
his
friend
though
I
fear
he
a
little
distrusts
me
(
I
don
’
t
know
why
,
I
have
not
deserved
it
)
;
and
you
’
ve
both
of
you
made
your
fortunes
—
in
perspective
.
’
‘
That
’
s
the
worst
of
it
,
’
returned
Dick
.
‘
These
fortunes
in
perspective
look
such
a
long
way
off
.
’
‘
But
they
look
smaller
than
they
really
are
,
on
that
account
,
’
said
Quilp
,
pressing
his
arm
.
‘
You
’
ll
have
no
conception
of
the
value
of
your
prize
until
you
draw
close
to
it
.
Mark
that
.
’
‘
D
’
ye
think
not
?
’
said
Dick
.
