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In
reply
to
the
last
interrogation
,
the
small
servant
,
with
a
look
of
infinite
cunning
mingled
with
fear
,
screwed
up
her
mouth
very
tight
and
round
,
and
nodded
violently
.
Whether
there
was
anything
in
the
peculiar
slyness
of
her
action
which
fascinated
Mr
Quilp
,
or
anything
in
the
expression
of
her
features
at
the
moment
which
attracted
his
attention
for
some
other
reason
;
or
whether
it
merely
occurred
to
him
as
a
pleasant
whim
to
stare
the
small
servant
out
of
countenance
;
certain
it
is
,
that
he
planted
his
elbows
square
and
firmly
on
the
desk
,
and
squeezing
up
his
cheeks
with
his
hands
,
looked
at
her
fixedly
.
‘
Where
do
you
come
from
?
’
he
said
after
a
long
pause
,
stroking
his
chin
.
‘
I
don
’
t
know
.
’
‘
What
’
s
your
name
?
’
‘
Nothing
.
’
‘
Nonsense
!
’
retorted
Quilp
.
‘
What
does
your
mistress
call
you
when
she
wants
you
?
’
‘
A
little
devil
,
’
said
the
child
.
She
added
in
the
same
breath
,
as
if
fearful
of
any
further
questioning
,
‘
But
please
will
you
leave
a
card
or
message
?
’
These
unusual
answers
might
naturally
have
provoked
some
more
inquiries
.
Quilp
,
however
,
without
uttering
another
word
,
withdrew
his
eyes
from
the
small
servant
,
stroked
his
chin
more
thoughtfully
than
before
,
and
then
,
bending
over
the
note
as
if
to
direct
it
with
scrupulous
and
hair
-
breadth
nicety
,
looked
at
her
,
covertly
but
very
narrowly
,
from
under
his
bushy
eyebrows
.
The
result
of
this
secret
survey
was
,
that
he
shaded
his
face
with
his
hands
,
and
laughed
slyly
and
noiselessly
,
until
every
vein
in
it
was
swollen
almost
to
bursting
.
Pulling
his
hat
over
his
brow
to
conceal
his
mirth
and
its
effects
,
he
tossed
the
letter
to
the
child
,
and
hastily
withdrew
.
