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‘
Not
a
word
,
’
said
Quilp
,
making
towards
the
door
on
tiptoe
.
‘
Not
a
sound
,
not
so
much
as
a
creaking
board
,
or
a
stumble
against
a
cobweb
.
Drowned
,
eh
,
Mrs
Quilp
!
Drowned
!
’
So
saying
,
he
blew
out
the
candle
,
kicked
off
his
shoes
,
and
groped
his
way
up
stairs
;
leaving
his
delighted
young
friend
in
an
ecstasy
of
summersets
on
the
pavement
.
The
bedroom
-
door
on
the
staircase
being
unlocked
,
Mr
Quilp
slipped
in
,
and
planted
himself
behind
the
door
of
communication
between
that
chamber
and
the
sitting
-
room
,
which
standing
ajar
to
render
both
more
airy
,
and
having
a
very
convenient
chink
(
of
which
he
had
often
availed
himself
for
purposes
of
espial
,
and
had
indeed
enlarged
with
his
pocket
-
knife
)
,
enabled
him
not
only
to
hear
,
but
to
see
distinctly
,
what
was
passing
.
Applying
his
eye
to
this
convenient
place
,
he
descried
Mr
Brass
seated
at
the
table
with
pen
,
ink
,
and
paper
,
and
the
case
-
bottle
of
rum
—
his
own
case
-
bottle
,
and
his
own
particular
Jamaica
—
convenient
to
his
hand
;
with
hot
water
,
fragrant
lemons
,
white
lump
sugar
,
and
all
things
fitting
;
from
which
choice
materials
,
Sampson
,
by
no
means
insensible
to
their
claims
upon
his
attention
,
had
compounded
a
mighty
glass
of
punch
reeking
hot
;
which
he
was
at
that
very
moment
stirring
up
with
a
teaspoon
,
and
contemplating
with
looks
in
which
a
faint
assumption
of
sentimental
regret
,
struggled
but
weakly
with
a
bland
and
comfortable
joy
.
At
the
same
table
,
with
both
her
elbows
upon
it
,
was
Mrs
Jiniwin
;
no
longer
sipping
other
people
’
s
punch
feloniously
with
teaspoons
,
but
taking
deep
draughts
from
a
jorum
of
her
own
;
while
her
daughter
—
not
exactly
with
ashes
on
her
head
,
or
sackcloth
on
her
back
,
but
preserving
a
very
decent
and
becoming
appearance
of
sorrow
nevertheless
—
was
reclining
in
an
easy
chair
,
and
soothing
her
grief
with
a
smaller
allowance
of
the
same
glib
liquid
.
There
were
also
present
,
a
couple
of
water
-
side
men
,
bearing
between
them
certain
machines
called
drags
;
even
these
fellows
were
accommodated
with
a
stiff
glass
a
-
piece
;
and
as
they
drank
with
a
great
relish
,
and
were
naturally
of
a
red
-
nosed
,
pimple
-
faced
,
convivial
look
,
their
presence
rather
increased
than
detracted
from
that
decided
appearance
of
comfort
,
which
was
the
great
characteristic
of
the
party
.
‘
If
I
could
poison
that
dear
old
lady
’
s
rum
and
water
,
’
murmured
Quilp
,
‘
I
’
d
die
happy
.
’
‘
Ah
!
’
said
Mr
Brass
,
breaking
the
silence
,
and
raising
his
eyes
to
the
ceiling
with
a
sigh
,
‘
Who
knows
but
he
may
be
looking
down
upon
us
now
!
Who
knows
but
he
may
be
surveying
of
us
from
—
from
somewheres
or
another
,
and
contemplating
us
with
a
watchful
eye
!
Oh
Lor
!
’
Here
Mr
Brass
stopped
to
drink
half
his
punch
,
and
then
resumed
;
looking
at
the
other
half
,
as
he
spoke
,
with
a
dejected
smile
.
‘
I
can
almost
fancy
,
’
said
the
lawyer
shaking
his
head
,
‘
that
I
see
his
eye
glistening
down
at
the
very
bottom
of
my
liquor
.
When
shall
we
look
upon
his
like
again
?
Never
,
never
!
’
One
minute
we
are
here
’
—
holding
his
tumbler
before
his
eyes
—
‘
the
next
we
are
there
’
—
gulping
down
its
contents
,
and
striking
himself
emphatically
a
little
below
the
chest
—
‘
in
the
silent
tomb
.
To
think
that
I
should
be
drinking
his
very
rum
!
It
seems
like
a
dream
.
’
With
the
view
,
no
doubt
,
of
testing
the
reality
of
his
position
,
Mr
Brass
pushed
his
tumbler
as
he
spoke
towards
Mrs
Jiniwin
for
the
purpose
of
being
replenished
;
and
turned
towards
the
attendant
mariners
.
