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There
was
ample
time
to
note
these
particulars
,
for
besides
that
they
were
sufficiently
obvious
without
very
close
observation
,
some
moments
elapsed
before
any
one
broke
silence
.
The
child
advanced
timidly
towards
her
brother
and
put
her
hand
in
his
,
the
dwarf
(
if
we
may
call
him
so
)
glanced
keenly
at
all
present
,
and
the
curiosity
-
dealer
,
who
plainly
had
not
expected
his
uncouth
visitor
,
seemed
disconcerted
and
embarrassed
.
‘
Ah
!
’
said
the
dwarf
,
who
with
his
hand
stretched
out
above
his
eyes
had
been
surveying
the
young
man
attentively
,
‘
that
should
be
your
grandson
,
neighbour
!
’
‘
Say
rather
that
he
should
not
be
,
’
replied
the
old
man
.
‘
But
he
is
.
’
‘
And
that
?
’
said
the
dwarf
,
pointing
to
Dick
Swiveller
.
‘
Some
friend
of
his
,
as
welcome
here
as
he
,
’
said
the
old
man
.
‘
And
that
?
’
inquired
the
dwarf
,
wheeling
round
and
pointing
straight
at
me
.
‘
A
gentleman
who
was
so
good
as
to
bring
Nell
home
the
other
night
when
she
lost
her
way
,
coming
from
your
house
.
’
The
little
man
turned
to
the
child
as
if
to
chide
her
or
express
his
wonder
,
but
as
she
was
talking
to
the
young
man
,
held
his
peace
,
and
bent
his
head
to
listen
.
‘
Well
,
Nelly
,
’
said
the
young
fellow
aloud
.
‘
Do
they
teach
you
to
hate
me
,
eh
?
’
‘
No
,
no
.
For
shame
.
Oh
,
no
!
’
cried
the
child
.
