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‘
Mrs
Quilp
,
’
he
said
at
last
.
‘
Yes
,
Quilp
,
’
she
replead
meekly
Instead
of
pursuing
the
theme
he
had
in
his
mind
,
Quilp
folded
his
arms
again
,
and
looked
at
her
more
sternly
than
before
,
while
she
averted
her
eyes
and
kept
them
on
the
ground
.
‘
Mrs
Quilp
.
’
‘
Yes
,
Quilp
.
’
‘
If
ever
you
listen
to
these
beldames
again
,
I
’
ll
bite
you
.
’
With
this
laconic
threat
,
which
he
accompanied
with
a
snarl
that
gave
him
the
appearance
of
being
particularly
in
earnest
,
Mr
Quilp
bade
her
clear
the
teaboard
away
,
and
bring
the
rum
.
The
spirit
being
set
before
him
in
a
huge
case
-
bottle
,
which
had
originally
come
out
of
some
ship
’
s
locker
,
he
settled
himself
in
an
arm
-
chair
with
his
large
head
and
face
squeezed
up
against
the
back
,
and
his
little
legs
planted
on
the
table
.
‘
Now
,
Mrs
Quilp
,
’
he
said
;
‘
I
feel
in
a
smoking
humour
,
and
shall
probably
blaze
away
all
night
.
But
sit
where
you
are
,
if
you
please
,
in
case
I
want
you
.
’
His
wife
returned
no
other
reply
than
the
necessary
‘
Yes
,
Quilp
,
’
and
the
small
lord
of
the
creation
took
his
first
cigar
and
mixed
his
first
glass
of
grog
.
The
sun
went
down
and
the
stars
peeped
out
,
the
Tower
turned
from
its
own
proper
colours
to
grey
and
from
grey
to
black
,
the
room
became
perfectly
dark
and
the
end
of
the
cigar
a
deep
fiery
red
,
but
still
Mr
Quilp
went
on
smoking
and
drinking
in
the
same
position
,
and
staring
listlessly
out
of
window
with
the
doglike
smile
always
on
his
face
,
save
when
Mrs
Quilp
made
some
involuntary
movement
of
restlessness
or
fatigue
;
and
then
it
expanded
into
a
grin
of
delight
.
Whether
Mr
Quilp
took
any
sleep
by
snatches
of
a
few
winks
at
a
time
,
or
whether
he
sat
with
his
eyes
wide
open
all
night
long
,
certain
it
is
that
he
kept
his
cigar
alight
,
and
kindled
every
fresh
one
from
the
ashes
of
that
which
was
nearly
consumed
,
without
requiring
the
assistance
of
a
candle
.
Nor
did
the
striking
of
the
clocks
,
hour
after
hour
,
appear
to
inspire
him
with
any
sense
of
drowsiness
or
any
natural
desire
to
go
to
rest
,
but
rather
to
increase
his
wakefulness
,
which
he
showed
,
at
every
such
indication
of
the
progress
of
the
night
,
by
a
suppressed
cackling
in
his
throat
,
and
a
motion
of
his
shoulders
,
like
one
who
laughs
heartily
but
the
same
time
slyly
and
by
stealth
.
