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‘
Oh
,
please
come
home
,
do
come
home
,
’
said
Mrs
Quilp
,
sobbing
;
‘
we
’
ll
never
do
so
any
more
,
Quilp
,
and
after
all
it
was
only
a
mistake
that
grew
out
of
our
anxiety
.
’
‘
Out
of
your
anxiety
,
’
grinned
the
dwarf
.
‘
Yes
,
I
know
that
—
out
of
your
anxiety
for
my
death
.
I
shall
come
home
when
I
please
,
I
tell
you
.
I
shall
come
home
when
I
please
,
and
go
when
I
please
I
’
ll
be
a
Will
o
’
the
Wisp
,
now
here
,
now
there
,
dancing
about
you
always
,
starting
up
when
you
least
expect
me
,
and
keeping
you
in
a
constant
state
of
restlessness
and
irritation
.
Will
you
begone
?
’
Mrs
Quilp
durst
only
make
a
gesture
of
entreaty
.
‘
I
tell
you
no
,
’
cried
the
dwarf
.
‘
No
.
If
you
dare
to
come
here
again
unless
you
’
re
sent
for
,
I
’
ll
keep
watch
-
dogs
in
the
yard
that
’
ll
growl
and
bite
—
I
’
ll
have
man
-
traps
,
cunningly
altered
and
improved
for
catching
women
—
I
’
ll
have
spring
guns
,
that
shall
explode
when
you
tread
upon
the
wires
,
and
blow
you
into
little
pieces
.
Will
you
begone
?
’
‘
Do
forgive
me
.
Do
come
back
,
’
said
his
wife
,
earnestly
.
‘
No
-
o
-
o
-
o
-
o
!
’
roared
Quilp
.
‘
Not
till
my
own
good
time
,
and
then
I
’
ll
return
again
as
often
as
I
choose
,
and
be
accountable
to
nobody
for
my
goings
or
comings
.
You
see
the
door
there
.
Will
you
go
?
’
Mr
Quilp
delivered
this
last
command
in
such
a
very
energetic
voice
,
and
moreover
accompanied
it
with
such
a
sudden
gesture
,
indicative
of
an
intention
to
spring
out
of
his
hammock
,
and
,
night
-
capped
as
he
was
,
bear
his
wife
home
again
through
the
public
streets
,
that
she
sped
away
like
an
arrow
.
Her
worthy
lord
stretched
his
neck
and
eyes
until
she
had
crossed
the
yard
,
and
then
,
not
at
all
sorry
to
have
had
this
opportunity
of
carrying
his
point
,
and
asserting
the
sanctity
of
his
castle
,
fell
into
an
immoderate
fit
of
laughter
,
and
laid
himself
down
to
sleep
again
.
The
bland
and
open
-
hearted
proprietor
of
Bachelor
’
s
Hall
slept
on
amidst
the
congenial
accompaniments
of
rain
,
mud
,
dirt
,
damp
,
fog
,
and
rats
,
until
late
in
the
day
;
when
,
summoning
his
valet
Tom
Scott
to
assist
him
to
rise
,
and
to
prepare
breakfast
,
he
quitted
his
couch
,
and
made
his
toilet
.
This
duty
performed
,
and
his
repast
ended
,
he
again
betook
himself
to
Bevis
Marks
.
This
visit
was
not
intended
for
Mr
Swiveller
,
but
for
his
friend
and
employer
Mr
Sampson
Brass
.
Both
gentlemen
however
were
from
home
,
nor
was
the
life
and
light
of
law
,
Miss
Sally
,
at
her
post
either
.
The
fact
of
their
joint
desertion
of
the
office
was
made
known
to
all
comers
by
a
scrap
of
paper
in
the
hand
-
writing
of
Mr
Swiveller
,
which
was
attached
to
the
bell
-
handle
,
and
which
,
giving
the
reader
no
clue
to
the
time
of
day
when
it
was
first
posted
,
furnished
him
with
the
rather
vague
and
unsatisfactory
information
that
that
gentleman
would
‘
return
in
an
hour
.
’
