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‘
Very
crooked
,
’
suggested
Mrs
Jiniwin
.
‘
We
’
ll
not
say
very
crooked
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
Brass
piously
.
‘
Let
us
not
bear
hard
upon
the
weaknesses
of
the
deceased
.
He
is
gone
,
ma
’
am
,
to
where
his
legs
will
never
come
in
question
.
—
We
will
content
ourselves
with
crooked
,
Mrs
Jiniwin
.
’
‘
I
thought
you
wanted
the
truth
,
’
said
the
old
lady
.
‘
That
’
s
all
.
’
‘
Bless
your
eyes
,
how
I
love
you
,
’
muttered
Quilp
.
‘
There
she
goes
again
.
Nothing
but
punch
!
’
‘
This
is
an
occupation
,
’
said
the
lawyer
,
laying
down
his
pen
and
emptying
his
glass
,
‘
which
seems
to
bring
him
before
my
eyes
like
the
Ghost
of
Hamlet
’
s
father
,
in
the
very
clothes
that
he
wore
on
work
-
a
-
days
.
His
coat
,
his
waistcoat
,
his
shoes
and
stockings
,
his
trousers
,
his
hat
,
his
wit
and
humour
,
his
pathos
and
his
umbrella
,
all
come
before
me
like
visions
of
my
youth
.
His
linen
!
’
said
Mr
Brass
smiling
fondly
at
the
wall
,
‘
his
linen
which
was
always
of
a
particular
colour
,
for
such
was
his
whim
and
fancy
—
how
plain
I
see
his
linen
now
!
’
‘
You
had
better
go
on
,
sir
,
’
said
Mrs
Jiniwin
impatiently
.
‘
True
,
ma
’
am
,
true
,
’
cried
Mr
Brass
.
‘
Our
faculties
must
not
freeze
with
grief
.
I
’
ll
trouble
you
for
a
little
more
of
that
,
ma
’
am
.
A
question
now
arises
,
with
relation
to
his
nose
.
’
‘
Flat
,
’
said
Mrs
Jiniwin
.
‘
Aquiline
!
’
cried
Quilp
,
thrusting
in
his
head
,
and
striking
the
feature
with
his
fist
.
‘
Aquiline
,
you
hag
.
Do
you
see
it
?
Do
you
call
this
flat
?
Do
you
?
Eh
?
’
