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’
‘
Why
,
how
did
he
come
here
,
mother
?
’
whispered
Kit
.
‘
I
don
’
t
know
how
he
came
or
why
,
my
dear
,
’
rejoined
Mrs
Nubbles
,
dismounting
with
her
son
’
s
assistance
,
‘
but
he
has
been
a
terrifying
of
me
out
of
my
seven
senses
all
this
blessed
day
.
’
‘
He
has
?
’
cried
Kit
.
‘
You
wouldn
’
t
believe
it
,
that
you
wouldn
’
t
,
’
replied
his
mother
,
‘
but
don
’
t
say
a
word
to
him
,
for
I
really
don
’
t
believe
he
’
s
human
.
Hush
!
Don
’
t
turn
round
as
if
I
was
talking
of
him
,
but
he
’
s
a
squinting
at
me
now
in
the
full
blaze
of
the
coach
-
lamp
,
quite
awful
!
’
In
spite
of
his
mother
’
s
injunction
,
Kit
turned
sharply
round
to
look
.
Mr
Quilp
was
serenely
gazing
at
the
stars
,
quite
absorbed
in
celestial
contemplation
.
‘
Oh
,
he
’
s
the
artfullest
creetur
!
’
cried
Mrs
Nubbles
.
‘
But
come
away
.
Don
’
t
speak
to
him
for
the
world
.
’
‘
Yes
I
will
,
mother
.
What
nonsense
.
I
say
,
sir
—
’
Mr
Quilp
affected
to
start
,
and
looked
smilingly
round
.
‘
You
let
my
mother
alone
,
will
you
?
’
said
Kit
.
‘
How
dare
you
tease
a
poor
lone
woman
like
her
,
making
her
miserable
and
melancholy
as
if
she
hadn
’
t
got
enough
to
make
her
so
,
without
you
.
An
’
t
you
ashamed
of
yourself
,
you
little
monster
?
’
