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‘
Monster
!
’
said
Quilp
inwardly
,
with
a
smile
.
‘
Ugliest
dwarf
that
could
be
seen
anywhere
for
a
penny
—
monster
—
ah
!
’
‘
You
show
her
any
of
your
impudence
again
,
’
resumed
Kit
,
shouldering
the
bandbox
,
‘
and
I
tell
you
what
,
Mr
Quilp
,
I
won
’
t
bear
with
you
any
more
.
You
have
no
right
to
do
it
;
I
’
m
sure
we
never
interfered
with
you
This
isn
’
t
the
first
time
;
and
if
ever
you
worry
or
frighten
her
again
,
you
’
ll
oblige
me
(
though
I
should
be
very
sorry
to
do
it
,
on
account
of
your
size
)
to
beat
you
.
’
Quilp
said
not
a
word
in
reply
,
but
walking
so
close
to
Kit
as
to
bring
his
eyes
within
two
or
three
inches
of
his
face
,
looked
fixedly
at
him
,
retreated
a
little
distance
without
averting
his
gaze
,
approached
again
,
again
withdrew
,
and
so
on
for
half
-
a
-
dozen
times
,
like
a
head
in
a
phantasmagoria
.
Kit
stood
his
ground
as
if
in
expectation
of
an
immediate
assault
,
but
finding
that
nothing
came
of
these
gestures
,
snapped
his
fingers
and
walked
away
;
his
mother
dragging
him
off
as
fast
as
she
could
,
and
,
even
in
the
midst
of
his
news
of
little
Jacob
and
the
baby
,
looking
anxiously
over
her
shoulder
to
see
if
Quilp
were
following
.
Kit
’
s
mother
might
have
spared
herself
the
trouble
of
looking
back
so
often
,
for
nothing
was
further
from
Mr
Quilp
’
s
thoughts
than
any
intention
of
pursuing
her
and
her
son
,
or
renewing
the
quarrel
with
which
they
had
parted
.
He
went
his
way
,
whistling
from
time
to
time
some
fragments
of
a
tune
;
and
with
a
face
quite
tranquil
and
composed
,
jogged
pleasantly
towards
home
;
entertaining
himself
as
he
went
with
visions
of
the
fears
and
terrors
of
Mrs
Quilp
,
who
,
having
received
no
intelligence
of
him
for
three
whole
days
and
two
nights
,
and
having
had
no
previous
notice
of
his
absence
,
was
doubtless
by
that
time
in
a
state
of
distraction
,
and
constantly
fainting
away
with
anxiety
and
grief
.
This
facetious
probability
was
so
congenial
to
the
dwarf
’
s
humour
,
and
so
exquisitely
amusing
to
him
,
that
he
laughed
as
he
went
along
until
the
tears
ran
down
his
cheeks
;
and
more
than
once
,
when
he
found
himself
in
a
bye
-
street
,
vented
his
delight
in
a
shrill
scream
,
which
greatly
terrifying
any
lonely
passenger
,
who
happened
to
be
walking
on
before
him
expecting
nothing
so
little
,
increased
his
mirth
,
and
made
him
remarkably
cheerful
and
light
-
hearted
.
In
this
happy
flow
of
spirits
,
Mr
Quilp
reached
Tower
Hill
,
when
,
gazing
up
at
the
window
of
his
own
sitting
-
room
,
he
thought
he
descried
more
light
than
is
usual
in
a
house
of
mourning
.
Drawing
nearer
,
and
listening
attentively
,
he
could
hear
several
voices
in
earnest
conversation
,
among
which
he
could
distinguish
,
not
only
those
of
his
wife
and
mother
-
in
-
law
,
but
the
tongues
of
men
.
‘
Ha
!
’
cried
the
jealous
dwarf
,
‘
What
’
s
this
!
Do
they
entertain
visitors
while
I
’
m
away
!
’
A
smothered
cough
from
above
,
was
the
reply
.
He
felt
in
his
pockets
for
his
latch
-
key
,
but
had
forgotten
it
.
There
was
no
resource
but
to
knock
at
the
door
.
‘
A
light
in
the
passage
,
’
said
Quilp
,
peeping
through
the
keyhole
.
‘
A
very
soft
knock
;
and
,
by
your
leave
,
my
lady
,
I
may
yet
steal
upon
you
unawares
.
Soho
!
’
