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‘
There
’
s
a
servant
,
I
suppose
,
’
said
the
dwarf
,
knocking
at
the
house
-
door
.
‘
She
’
ll
do
.
’
After
a
sufficiently
long
interval
,
the
door
was
opened
,
and
a
small
voice
immediately
accosted
him
with
,
‘
Oh
please
will
you
leave
a
card
or
message
?
’
‘
Eh
?
’
said
the
dwarf
,
looking
down
,
(
it
was
something
quite
new
to
him
)
upon
the
small
servant
.
To
this
,
the
child
,
conducting
her
conversation
as
upon
the
occasion
of
her
first
interview
with
Mr
Swiveller
,
again
replied
,
‘
Oh
please
will
you
leave
a
card
or
message
?
’
‘
I
’
ll
write
a
note
,
’
said
the
dwarf
,
pushing
past
her
into
the
office
;
‘
and
mind
your
master
has
it
directly
he
comes
home
.
’
So
Mr
Quilp
climbed
up
to
the
top
of
a
tall
stool
to
write
the
note
,
and
the
small
servant
,
carefully
tutored
for
such
emergencies
,
looked
on
with
her
eyes
wide
open
,
ready
,
if
he
so
much
as
abstracted
a
wafer
,
to
rush
into
the
street
and
give
the
alarm
to
the
police
.
As
Mr
Quilp
folded
his
note
(
which
was
soon
written
:
being
a
very
short
one
)
he
encountered
the
gaze
of
the
small
servant
.
He
looked
at
her
,
long
and
earnestly
.
‘
How
are
you
?
’
said
the
dwarf
,
moistening
a
wafer
with
horrible
grimaces
.
The
small
servant
,
perhaps
frightened
by
his
looks
,
returned
no
audible
reply
;
but
it
appeared
from
the
motion
of
her
lips
that
she
was
inwardly
repeating
the
same
form
of
expression
concerning
the
note
or
message
.
‘
Do
they
use
you
ill
here
?
is
your
mistress
a
Tartar
?
’
said
Quilp
with
a
chuckle
.
