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After
a
few
more
whispered
words
,
they
returned
to
the
table
,
and
the
young
man
rousing
Richard
Swiveller
informed
him
that
he
was
waiting
to
depart
.
This
was
welcome
news
to
Dick
,
who
started
up
directly
.
After
a
few
words
of
confidence
in
the
result
of
their
project
had
been
exchanged
,
they
bade
the
grinning
Quilp
good
night
.
Quilp
crept
to
the
window
as
they
passed
in
the
street
below
,
and
listened
.
Trent
was
pronouncing
an
encomium
upon
his
wife
,
and
they
were
both
wondering
by
what
enchantment
she
had
been
brought
to
marry
such
a
misshapen
wretch
as
he
.
The
dwarf
after
watching
their
retreating
shadows
with
a
wider
grin
than
his
face
had
yet
displayed
,
stole
softly
in
the
dark
to
bed
.
In
this
hatching
of
their
scheme
,
neither
Trent
nor
Quilp
had
had
one
thought
about
the
happiness
or
misery
of
poor
innocent
Nell
It
would
have
been
strange
if
the
careless
profligate
,
who
was
the
butt
of
both
,
had
been
harassed
by
any
such
consideration
;
for
his
high
opinion
of
his
own
merits
and
deserts
rendered
the
project
rather
a
laudable
one
than
otherwise
;
and
if
he
had
been
visited
by
so
unwonted
a
guest
as
reflection
,
he
would
—
being
a
brute
only
in
the
gratification
of
his
appetites
—
have
soothed
his
conscience
with
the
plea
that
he
did
not
mean
to
beat
or
kill
his
wife
,
and
would
therefore
,
after
all
said
and
done
,
be
a
very
tolerable
,
average
husband
.
It
was
not
until
they
were
quite
exhausted
and
could
no
longer
maintain
the
pace
at
which
they
had
fled
from
the
race
-
ground
,
that
the
old
man
and
the
child
ventured
to
stop
,
and
sit
down
to
rest
upon
the
borders
of
a
little
wood
.
Here
,
though
the
course
was
hidden
from
their
view
,
they
could
yet
faintly
distinguish
the
noise
of
distant
shouts
,
the
hum
of
voices
,
and
the
beating
of
drums
.
Climbing
the
eminence
which
lay
between
them
and
the
spot
they
had
left
,
the
child
could
even
discern
the
fluttering
flags
and
white
tops
of
booths
;
but
no
person
was
approaching
towards
them
,
and
their
resting
-
place
was
solitary
and
still
.
Some
time
elapsed
before
she
could
reassure
her
trembling
companion
,
or
restore
him
to
a
state
of
moderate
tranquillity
.
His
disordered
imagination
represented
to
him
a
crowd
of
persons
stealing
towards
them
beneath
the
cover
of
the
bushes
,
lurking
in
every
ditch
,
and
peeping
from
the
boughs
of
every
rustling
tree
.
He
was
haunted
by
apprehensions
of
being
led
captive
to
some
gloomy
place
where
he
would
be
chained
and
scourged
,
and
worse
than
all
,
where
Nell
could
never
come
to
see
him
,
save
through
iron
bars
and
gratings
in
the
wall
.
His
terrors
affected
the
child
.
Separation
from
her
grandfather
was
the
greatest
evil
she
could
dread
;
and
feeling
for
the
time
as
though
,
go
where
they
would
,
they
were
to
be
hunted
down
,
and
could
never
be
safe
but
in
hiding
,
her
heart
failed
her
,
and
her
courage
drooped
.
In
one
so
young
,
and
so
unused
to
the
scenes
in
which
she
had
lately
moved
,
this
sinking
of
the
spirit
was
not
surprising
.
But
,
Nature
often
enshrines
gallant
and
noble
hearts
in
weak
bosoms
—
oftenest
,
God
bless
her
,
in
female
breasts
—
and
when
the
child
,
casting
her
tearful
eyes
upon
the
old
man
,
remembered
how
weak
he
was
,
and
how
destitute
and
helpless
he
would
be
if
she
failed
him
,
her
heart
swelled
within
her
,
and
animated
her
with
new
strength
and
fortitude
.
‘
We
are
quite
safe
now
,
and
have
nothing
to
fear
indeed
,
dear
grandfather
,
’
she
said
.
‘
Nothing
to
fear
!
’
returned
the
old
man
.
‘
Nothing
to
fear
if
they
took
me
from
thee
!
Nothing
to
fear
if
they
parted
us
!
Nobody
is
true
to
me
.
No
,
not
one
.
Not
even
Nell
!
’
