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No
other
word
was
spoken
,
no
other
look
exchanged
,
which
had
the
slightest
reference
to
this
,
the
real
occasion
of
their
meeting
.
The
trio
were
well
accustomed
to
act
together
,
and
were
linked
to
each
other
by
ties
of
mutual
interest
and
advantage
,
and
nothing
more
was
needed
.
Resuming
his
boisterous
manner
with
the
same
ease
with
which
he
had
thrown
it
off
,
Quilp
was
in
an
instant
the
same
uproarious
,
reckless
little
savage
he
had
been
a
few
seconds
before
.
It
was
ten
o
’
clock
at
night
before
the
amiable
Sally
supported
her
beloved
and
loving
brother
from
the
Wilderness
,
by
which
time
he
needed
the
utmost
support
her
tender
frame
could
render
;
his
walk
being
from
some
unknown
reason
anything
but
steady
,
and
his
legs
constantly
doubling
up
in
unexpected
places
.
Overpowered
,
notwithstanding
his
late
prolonged
slumbers
,
by
the
fatigues
of
the
last
few
days
,
the
dwarf
lost
no
time
in
creeping
to
his
dainty
house
,
and
was
soon
dreaming
in
his
hammock
.
Leaving
him
to
visions
,
in
which
perhaps
the
quiet
figures
we
quitted
in
the
old
church
porch
were
not
without
their
share
,
be
it
our
task
to
rejoin
them
as
they
sat
and
watched
.
After
a
long
time
,
the
schoolmaster
appeared
at
the
wicket
-
gate
of
the
churchyard
,
and
hurried
towards
them
,
tingling
in
his
hand
,
as
he
came
along
,
a
bundle
of
rusty
keys
.
He
was
quite
breathless
with
pleasure
and
haste
when
he
reached
the
porch
,
and
at
first
could
only
point
towards
the
old
building
which
the
child
had
been
contemplating
so
earnestly
.
‘
You
see
those
two
old
houses
,
’
he
said
at
last
.
‘
Yes
,
surely
,
’
replied
Nell
.
‘
I
have
been
looking
at
them
nearly
all
the
time
you
have
been
away
.
’
‘
And
you
would
have
looked
at
them
more
curiously
yet
,
if
you
could
have
guessed
what
I
have
to
tell
you
,
’
said
her
friend
.
‘
One
of
those
houses
is
mine
.
’
Without
saying
any
more
,
or
giving
the
child
time
to
reply
,
the
schoolmaster
took
her
hand
,
and
,
his
honest
face
quite
radiant
with
exultation
,
led
her
to
the
place
of
which
he
spoke
.
They
stopped
before
its
low
arched
door
.
After
trying
several
of
the
keys
in
vain
,
the
schoolmaster
found
one
to
fit
the
huge
lock
,
which
turned
back
,
creaking
,
and
admitted
them
into
the
house
.
The
room
into
which
they
entered
was
a
vaulted
chamber
once
nobly
ornamented
by
cunning
architects
,
and
still
retaining
,
in
its
beautiful
groined
roof
and
rich
stone
tracery
,
choice
remnants
of
its
ancient
splendour
.
Foliage
carved
in
the
stone
,
and
emulating
the
mastery
of
Nature
’
s
hand
,
yet
remained
to
tell
how
many
times
the
leaves
outside
had
come
and
gone
,
while
it
lived
on
unchanged
.
The
broken
figures
supporting
the
burden
of
the
chimney
-
piece
,
though
mutilated
,
were
still
distinguishable
for
what
they
had
been
—
far
different
from
the
dust
without
—
and
showed
sadly
by
the
empty
hearth
,
like
creatures
who
had
outlived
their
kind
,
and
mourned
their
own
too
slow
decay
.
