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Prolonging
his
preparations
as
much
as
possible
,
for
their
greater
comfort
,
that
eccentric
gentleman
superintended
the
packing
of
his
wardrobe
,
and
having
added
to
it
with
his
own
hands
,
a
plate
,
knife
and
fork
,
spoon
,
teacup
and
saucer
,
and
other
small
household
matters
of
that
nature
,
strapped
up
the
portmanteau
,
took
it
on
his
shoulders
,
and
actually
marched
off
without
another
word
,
and
with
the
case
-
bottle
(
which
he
had
never
once
put
down
)
still
tightly
clasped
under
his
arm
.
Consigning
his
heavier
burden
to
the
care
of
Tom
Scott
when
he
reached
the
street
,
taking
a
dram
from
the
bottle
for
his
own
encouragement
,
and
giving
the
boy
a
rap
on
the
head
with
it
as
a
small
taste
for
himself
,
Quilp
very
deliberately
led
the
way
to
the
wharf
,
and
reached
it
at
between
three
and
four
o
’
clock
in
the
morning
.
‘
Snug
!
’
said
Quilp
,
when
he
had
groped
his
way
to
the
wooden
counting
-
house
,
and
opened
the
door
with
a
key
he
carried
about
with
him
.
‘
Beautifully
snug
!
Call
me
at
eight
,
you
dog
.
’
With
no
more
formal
leave
-
taking
or
explanation
,
he
clutched
the
portmanteau
,
shut
the
door
on
his
attendant
,
and
climbing
on
the
desk
,
and
rolling
himself
up
as
round
as
a
hedgehog
,
in
an
old
boat
-
cloak
,
fell
fast
asleep
.
Being
roused
in
the
morning
at
the
appointed
time
,
and
roused
with
difficulty
,
after
his
late
fatigues
,
Quilp
instructed
Tom
Scott
to
make
a
fire
in
the
yard
of
sundry
pieces
of
old
timber
,
and
to
prepare
some
coffee
for
breakfast
;
for
the
better
furnishing
of
which
repast
he
entrusted
him
with
certain
small
moneys
,
to
be
expended
in
the
purchase
of
hot
rolls
,
butter
,
sugar
,
Yarmouth
bloaters
,
and
other
articles
of
housekeeping
;
so
that
in
a
few
minutes
a
savoury
meal
was
smoking
on
the
board
.
With
this
substantial
comfort
,
the
dwarf
regaled
himself
to
his
heart
’
s
content
;
and
being
highly
satisfied
with
this
free
and
gipsy
mode
of
life
(
which
he
had
often
meditated
,
as
offering
,
whenever
he
chose
to
avail
himself
of
it
,
an
agreeable
freedom
from
the
restraints
of
matrimony
,
and
a
choice
means
of
keeping
Mrs
Quilp
and
her
mother
in
a
state
of
incessant
agitation
and
suspense
)
,
bestirred
himself
to
improve
his
retreat
,
and
render
it
more
commodious
and
comfortable
.
With
this
view
,
he
issued
forth
to
a
place
hard
by
,
where
sea
-
stores
were
sold
,
purchased
a
second
-
hand
hammock
,
and
had
it
slung
in
seamanlike
fashion
from
the
ceiling
of
the
counting
-
house
.
He
also
caused
to
be
erected
,
in
the
same
mouldy
cabin
,
an
old
ship
’
s
stove
with
a
rusty
funnel
to
carry
the
smoke
through
the
roof
;
and
these
arrangements
completed
,
surveyed
them
with
ineffable
delight
.
‘
I
’
ve
got
a
country
-
house
like
Robinson
Crusoe
,
’
said
the
dwarf
,
ogling
the
accommodations
;
‘
a
solitary
,
sequestered
,
desolate
-
island
sort
of
spot
,
where
I
can
be
quite
alone
when
I
have
business
on
hand
,
and
be
secure
from
all
spies
and
listeners
.
Nobody
near
me
here
,
but
rats
,
and
they
are
fine
stealthy
secret
fellows
.
I
shall
be
as
merry
as
a
grig
among
these
gentry
.
I
’
ll
look
out
for
one
like
Christopher
,
and
poison
him
—
ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
Business
though
—
business
—
we
must
be
mindful
of
business
in
the
midst
of
pleasure
,
and
the
time
has
flown
this
morning
,
I
declare
.
’
Enjoining
Tom
Scott
to
await
his
return
,
and
not
to
stand
upon
his
head
,
or
throw
a
summerset
,
or
so
much
as
walk
upon
his
hands
meanwhile
,
on
pain
of
lingering
torments
,
the
dwarf
threw
himself
into
a
boat
,
and
crossing
to
the
other
side
of
the
river
,
and
then
speeding
away
on
foot
,
reached
Mr
Swiveller
’
s
usual
house
of
entertainment
in
Bevis
Marks
,
just
as
that
gentleman
sat
down
alone
to
dinner
in
its
dusky
parlour
.
‘
Dick
,
’
said
the
dwarf
,
thrusting
his
head
in
at
the
door
,
‘
my
pet
,
my
pupil
,
the
apple
of
my
eye
,
hey
,
hey
!
’
‘
Oh
you
’
re
there
,
are
you
?
’
returned
Mr
Swiveller
;
‘
how
are
you
?
’
