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Not
at
all
participating
in
the
general
sensation
,
but
wearing
the
depressed
and
wearied
look
of
one
who
sought
to
meditate
on
his
disappointment
in
silence
and
privacy
,
the
single
gentleman
alighted
,
and
handed
out
Kit
’
s
mother
with
a
gloomy
politeness
which
impressed
the
lookers
-
on
extremely
.
That
done
,
he
gave
her
his
arm
and
escorted
her
into
the
house
,
while
several
active
waiters
ran
on
before
as
a
skirmishing
party
,
to
clear
the
way
and
to
show
the
room
which
was
ready
for
their
reception
.
‘
Any
room
will
do
,
’
said
the
single
gentleman
.
‘
Let
it
be
near
at
hand
,
that
’
s
all
.
’
‘
Close
here
,
sir
,
if
you
please
to
walk
this
way
.
’
‘
Would
the
gentleman
like
this
room
?
’
said
a
voice
,
as
a
little
out
-
of
-
the
-
way
door
at
the
foot
of
the
well
staircase
flew
briskly
open
and
a
head
popped
out
.
‘
He
’
s
quite
welcome
to
it
.
He
’
s
as
welcome
as
flowers
in
May
,
or
coals
at
Christmas
.
Would
you
like
this
room
,
sir
?
Honour
me
by
walking
in
.
Do
me
the
favour
,
pray
.
’
‘
Goodness
gracious
me
!
’
cried
Kit
’
s
mother
,
falling
back
in
extreme
surprise
,
‘
only
think
of
this
!
’
She
had
some
reason
to
be
astonished
,
for
the
person
who
proffered
the
gracious
invitation
was
no
other
than
Daniel
Quilp
.
The
little
door
out
of
which
he
had
thrust
his
head
was
close
to
the
inn
larder
;
and
there
he
stood
,
bowing
with
grotesque
politeness
;
as
much
at
his
ease
as
if
the
door
were
that
of
his
own
house
;
blighting
all
the
legs
of
mutton
and
cold
roast
fowls
by
his
close
companionship
,
and
looking
like
the
evil
genius
of
the
cellars
come
from
underground
upon
some
work
of
mischief
.
‘
Would
you
do
me
the
honour
?
’
said
Quilp
.
‘
I
prefer
being
alone
,
’
replied
the
single
gentleman
.
‘
Oh
!
’
said
Quilp
.
And
with
that
,
he
darted
in
again
with
one
jerk
and
clapped
the
little
door
to
,
like
a
figure
in
a
Dutch
clock
when
the
hour
strikes
.
