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‘
You
’
re
right
there
,
’
returned
the
little
man
,
highly
gratified
by
the
compliment
,
for
such
he
evidently
considered
it
;
and
grinning
like
a
devil
as
he
rubbed
his
dirty
hands
together
.
‘
Ask
Mrs
Quilp
,
pretty
Mrs
Quilp
,
obedient
,
timid
,
loving
Mrs
Quilp
.
But
that
reminds
me
—
I
have
left
her
all
alone
,
and
she
will
be
anxious
and
know
not
a
moment
’
s
peace
till
I
return
.
I
know
she
’
s
always
in
that
condition
when
I
’
m
away
,
thought
she
doesn
’
t
dare
to
say
so
,
unless
I
lead
her
on
and
tell
her
she
may
speak
freely
and
I
won
’
t
be
angry
with
her
.
Oh
!
well
-
trained
Mrs
Quilp
.
’
The
creature
appeared
quite
horrible
with
his
monstrous
head
and
little
body
,
as
he
rubbed
his
hands
slowly
round
,
and
round
,
and
round
again
—
with
something
fantastic
even
in
his
manner
of
performing
this
slight
action
—
and
,
dropping
his
shaggy
brows
and
cocking
his
chin
in
the
air
,
glanced
upward
with
a
stealthy
look
of
exultation
that
an
imp
might
have
copied
and
appropriated
to
himself
.
‘
Here
,
’
he
said
,
putting
his
hand
into
his
breast
and
sidling
up
to
the
old
man
as
he
spoke
;
‘
I
brought
it
myself
for
fear
of
accidents
,
as
,
being
in
gold
,
it
was
something
large
and
heavy
for
Nell
to
carry
in
her
bag
.
She
need
be
accustomed
to
such
loads
betimes
though
,
neighbor
,
for
she
will
carry
weight
when
you
are
dead
.
’
‘
Heaven
send
she
may
!
I
hope
so
,
’
said
the
old
man
with
something
like
a
groan
.
‘
Hope
so
!
’
echoed
the
dwarf
,
approaching
close
to
his
ear
;
‘
neighbour
,
I
would
I
knew
in
what
good
investment
all
these
supplies
are
sunk
.
But
you
are
a
deep
man
,
and
keep
your
secret
close
.
’
‘
My
secret
!
’
said
the
other
with
a
haggard
look
.
‘
Yes
,
you
’
re
right
—
I
—
I
—
keep
it
close
—
very
close
.
’
He
said
no
more
,
but
taking
the
money
turned
away
with
a
slow
,
uncertain
step
,
and
pressed
his
hand
upon
his
head
like
a
weary
and
dejected
man
.
The
dwarf
watched
him
sharply
,
while
he
passed
into
the
little
sitting
-
room
and
locked
it
in
an
iron
safe
above
the
chimney
-
piece
;
and
after
musing
for
a
short
space
,
prepared
to
take
his
leave
,
observing
that
unless
he
made
good
haste
,
Mrs
Quilp
would
certainly
be
in
fits
on
his
return
.
‘
And
so
,
neighbour
,
’
he
added
,
‘
I
’
ll
turn
my
face
homewards
,
leaving
my
love
for
Nelly
and
hoping
she
may
never
lose
her
way
again
,
though
her
doing
so
has
procured
me
an
honour
I
didn
’
t
expect
.
’
With
that
he
bowed
and
leered
at
me
,
and
with
a
keen
glance
around
which
seemed
to
comprehend
every
object
within
his
range
of
vision
,
however
,
small
or
trivial
,
went
his
way
.
I
had
several
times
essayed
to
go
myself
,
but
the
old
man
had
always
opposed
it
and
entreated
me
to
remain
.
As
he
renewed
his
entreaties
on
our
being
left
alone
,
and
adverted
with
many
thanks
to
the
former
occasion
of
our
being
together
,
I
willingly
yielded
to
his
persuasions
,
and
sat
down
,
pretending
to
examine
some
curious
miniatures
and
a
few
old
medals
which
he
placed
before
me
.
It
needed
no
great
pressing
to
induce
me
to
stay
,
for
if
my
curiosity
has
been
excited
on
the
occasion
of
my
first
visit
,
it
certainly
was
not
diminished
now
.
Nell
joined
us
before
long
,
and
bringing
some
needle
-
work
to
the
table
,
sat
by
the
old
man
’
s
side
.
It
was
pleasant
to
observe
the
fresh
flowers
in
the
room
,
the
pet
bird
with
a
green
bough
shading
his
little
cage
,
the
breath
of
freshness
and
youth
which
seemed
to
rustle
through
the
old
dull
house
and
hover
round
the
child
.
It
was
curious
,
but
not
so
pleasant
,
to
turn
from
the
beauty
and
grace
of
the
girl
,
to
the
stooping
figure
,
care
-
worn
face
,
and
jaded
aspect
of
the
old
man
.
As
he
grew
weaker
and
more
feeble
,
what
would
become
of
this
lonely
little
creature
;
poor
protector
as
he
was
,
say
that
he
died
—
what
would
be
her
fate
,
then
?
