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‘
That
’
s
strange
,
’
said
the
dwarf
,
musing
.
‘
So
we
remarked
to
each
other
at
the
time
,
’
returned
Dick
coolly
,
‘
but
quite
true
.
’
Quilp
was
plainly
staggered
by
this
intelligence
,
over
which
he
brooded
for
some
time
in
moody
silence
,
often
raising
his
eyes
to
Mr
Swiveller
’
s
face
,
and
sharply
scanning
its
expression
.
As
he
could
read
in
it
,
however
,
no
additional
information
or
anything
to
lead
him
to
believe
he
had
spoken
falsely
;
and
as
Mr
Swiveller
,
left
to
his
own
meditations
,
sighed
deeply
,
and
was
evidently
growing
maudlin
on
the
subject
of
Mrs
Cheggs
;
the
dwarf
soon
broke
up
the
conference
and
took
his
departure
,
leaving
the
bereaved
one
to
his
melancholy
ruminations
.
‘
Have
been
brought
together
,
eh
?
’
said
the
dwarf
as
he
walked
the
streets
alone
.
‘
My
friend
has
stolen
a
march
upon
me
.
It
led
him
to
nothing
,
and
therefore
is
no
great
matter
,
save
in
the
intention
.
I
’
m
glad
he
has
lost
his
mistress
.
Ha
ha
!
The
blockhead
mustn
’
t
leave
the
law
at
present
.
I
’
m
sure
of
him
where
he
is
,
whenever
I
want
him
for
my
own
purposes
,
and
,
besides
,
he
’
s
a
good
unconscious
spy
on
Brass
,
and
tells
,
in
his
cups
,
all
that
he
sees
and
hears
.
You
’
re
useful
to
me
,
Dick
,
and
cost
nothing
but
a
little
treating
now
and
then
.
I
am
not
sure
that
it
may
not
be
worth
while
,
before
long
,
to
take
credit
with
the
stranger
,
Dick
,
by
discovering
your
designs
upon
the
child
;
but
for
the
present
we
’
ll
remain
the
best
friends
in
the
world
,
with
your
good
leave
.
’
Pursuing
these
thoughts
,
and
gasping
as
he
went
along
,
after
his
own
peculiar
fashion
,
Mr
Quilp
once
more
crossed
the
Thames
,
and
shut
himself
up
in
his
Bachelor
’
s
Hall
,
which
,
by
reason
of
its
newly
-
erected
chimney
depositing
the
smoke
inside
the
room
and
carrying
none
of
it
off
,
was
not
quite
so
agreeable
as
more
fastidious
people
might
have
desired
.
Such
inconveniences
,
however
,
instead
of
disgusting
the
dwarf
with
his
new
abode
,
rather
suited
his
humour
;
so
,
after
dining
luxuriously
from
the
public
-
house
,
he
lighted
his
pipe
,
and
smoked
against
the
chimney
until
nothing
of
him
was
visible
through
the
mist
but
a
pair
of
red
and
highly
inflamed
eyes
,
with
sometimes
a
dim
vision
of
his
head
and
face
,
as
,
in
a
violent
fit
of
coughing
,
he
slightly
stirred
the
smoke
and
scattered
the
heavy
wreaths
by
which
they
were
obscured
.
In
the
midst
of
this
atmosphere
,
which
must
infallibly
have
smothered
any
other
man
,
Mr
Quilp
passed
the
evening
with
great
cheerfulness
;
solacing
himself
all
the
time
with
the
pipe
and
the
case
-
bottle
;
and
occasionally
entertaining
himself
with
a
melodious
howl
,
intended
for
a
song
,
but
bearing
not
the
faintest
resemblance
to
any
scrap
of
any
piece
of
music
,
vocal
or
instrumental
,
ever
invented
by
man
.
Thus
he
amused
himself
until
nearly
midnight
,
when
he
turned
into
his
hammock
with
the
utmost
satisfaction
.
The
first
sound
that
met
his
ears
in
the
morning
—
as
he
half
opened
his
eyes
,
and
,
finding
himself
so
unusually
near
the
ceiling
,
entertained
a
drowsy
idea
that
he
must
have
been
transformed
into
a
fly
or
blue
-
bottle
in
the
course
of
the
night
,
—
was
that
of
a
stifled
sobbing
and
weeping
in
the
room
.
Peeping
cautiously
over
the
side
of
his
hammock
,
he
descried
Mrs
Quilp
,
to
whom
,
after
contemplating
her
for
some
time
in
silence
,
he
communicated
a
violent
start
by
suddenly
yelling
out
—
‘
Halloa
!
’
‘
Oh
,
Quilp
!
’
cried
his
poor
little
wife
,
looking
up
.
‘
How
you
frightened
me
!
’
‘
I
meant
to
,
you
jade
,
’
returned
the
dwarf
.
‘
What
do
you
want
here
?
I
’
m
dead
,
an
’
t
I
?
’
