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‘
No
,
he
don
’
t
,
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
,
shaking
his
head
.
‘
Don
’
t
!
No
,
because
he
has
never
seen
him
,
’
rejoined
Quilp
;
‘
but
if
we
were
to
bring
them
together
,
who
knows
,
Dick
,
but
Fred
,
properly
introduced
,
would
serve
his
turn
almost
as
well
as
little
Nell
or
her
grandfather
—
who
knows
but
it
might
make
the
young
fellow
’
s
fortune
,
and
,
through
him
,
yours
,
eh
?
’
‘
Why
,
the
fact
is
,
you
see
,
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
,
‘
that
they
have
been
brought
together
.
’
‘
Have
been
!
’
cried
the
dwarf
,
looking
suspiciously
at
his
companion
.
‘
Through
whose
means
?
’
’
Through
mine
,
’
said
Dick
,
slightly
confused
.
‘
Didn
’
t
I
mention
it
to
you
the
last
time
you
called
over
yonder
?
’
‘
You
know
you
didn
’
t
,
’
returned
the
dwarf
.
‘
I
believe
you
’
re
right
,
’
said
Dick
.
‘
No
.
I
didn
’
t
,
I
recollect
.
Oh
yes
,
I
brought
‘
em
together
that
very
day
.
It
was
Fred
’
s
suggestion
.
’
‘
And
what
came
of
it
?
’
‘
Why
,
instead
of
my
friend
’
s
bursting
into
tears
when
he
knew
who
Fred
was
,
embracing
him
kindly
,
and
telling
him
that
he
was
his
grandfather
,
or
his
grandmother
in
disguise
(
which
we
fully
expected
)
,
he
flew
into
a
tremendous
passion
;
called
him
all
manner
of
names
;
said
it
was
in
a
great
measure
his
fault
that
little
Nell
and
the
old
gentleman
had
ever
been
brought
to
poverty
;
didn
’
t
hint
at
our
taking
anything
to
drink
;
and
—
and
in
short
rather
turned
us
out
of
the
room
than
otherwise
.
’
