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‘
I
know
she
ought
to
have
,
Quilp
,
and
would
have
,
if
she
was
of
my
way
of
thinking
.
’
‘
Why
an
’
t
you
of
your
mother
’
s
way
of
thinking
,
my
dear
?
’
said
the
dwarf
,
turing
round
and
addressing
his
wife
,
‘
why
don
’
t
you
always
imitate
your
mother
,
my
dear
?
She
’
s
the
ornament
of
her
sex
—
your
father
said
so
every
day
of
his
life
.
I
am
sure
he
did
.
’
‘
Her
father
was
a
blessed
creetur
,
Quilp
,
and
worthy
twenty
thousand
of
some
people
,
’
said
Mrs
Jiniwin
;
‘
twenty
hundred
million
thousand
.
’
‘
I
should
like
to
have
known
him
,
’
remarked
the
dwarf
.
‘
I
dare
say
he
was
a
blessed
creature
then
;
but
I
’
m
sure
he
is
now
.
It
was
a
happy
release
.
I
believe
he
had
suffered
a
long
time
?
’
The
old
lady
gave
a
gasp
,
but
nothing
came
of
it
;
Quilp
resumed
,
with
the
same
malice
in
his
eye
and
the
same
sarcastic
politeness
on
his
tongue
.
‘
You
look
ill
,
Mrs
Jiniwin
;
I
know
you
have
been
exciting
yourself
too
much
—
talking
perhaps
,
for
it
is
your
weakness
.
Go
to
bed
.
Do
go
to
bed
.
’
‘
I
shall
go
when
I
please
,
Quilp
,
and
not
before
.
’
‘
But
please
to
do
now
.
Do
please
to
go
now
,
’
said
the
dwarf
.
The
old
woman
looked
angrily
at
him
,
but
retreated
as
he
advanced
,
and
falling
back
before
him
,
suffered
him
to
shut
the
door
upon
her
and
bolt
her
out
among
the
guests
,
who
were
by
this
time
crowding
downstairs
.
Being
left
alone
with
his
wife
,
who
sat
trembling
in
a
corner
with
her
eyes
fixed
upon
the
ground
,
the
little
man
planted
himself
before
her
,
and
folding
his
arms
looked
steadily
at
her
for
a
long
time
without
speaking
.
