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‘
You
’
re
a
brute
!
’
exclaimed
Mrs
Jiniwin
.
‘
Come
come
,
’
said
Quilp
,
wilfully
misunderstanding
her
,
of
course
,
‘
you
mustn
’
t
call
her
names
.
She
’
s
married
now
,
you
know
.
And
though
she
did
beguile
the
time
and
keep
me
from
my
bed
,
you
must
not
be
so
tenderly
careful
of
me
as
to
be
out
of
humour
with
her
.
Bless
you
for
a
dear
old
lady
.
Here
’
s
to
your
health
!
’
‘
I
am
much
obliged
to
you
,
’
returned
the
old
woman
,
testifying
by
a
certain
restlessness
in
her
hands
a
vehement
desire
to
shake
her
matronly
fist
at
her
son
-
in
-
law
.
‘
Oh
!
I
’
m
very
much
obliged
to
you
!
’
‘
Grateful
soul
!
’
cried
the
dwarf
.
‘
Mrs
Quilp
.
’
‘
Yes
,
Quilp
,
’
said
the
timid
sufferer
.
‘
Help
your
mother
to
get
breakfast
,
Mrs
Quilp
.
I
am
going
to
the
wharf
this
morning
—
the
earlier
the
better
,
so
be
quick
.
’
Mrs
Jiniwin
made
a
faint
demonstration
of
rebellion
by
sitting
down
in
a
chair
near
the
door
and
folding
her
arms
as
if
in
a
resolute
determination
to
do
nothing
.
But
a
few
whispered
words
from
her
daughter
,
and
a
kind
inquiry
from
her
son
-
in
-
law
whether
she
felt
faint
,
with
a
hint
that
there
was
abundance
of
cold
water
in
the
next
apartment
,
routed
these
symptoms
effectually
,
and
she
applied
herself
to
the
prescribed
preparations
with
sullen
diligence
.
While
they
were
in
progress
,
Mr
Quilp
withdrew
to
the
adjoining
room
,
and
,
turning
back
his
coat
-
collar
,
proceeded
to
smear
his
countenance
with
a
damp
towel
of
very
unwholesome
appearance
,
which
made
his
complexion
rather
more
cloudy
than
it
was
before
.
But
,
while
he
was
thus
engaged
,
his
caution
and
inquisitiveness
did
not
forsake
him
,
for
with
a
face
as
sharp
and
cunning
as
ever
,
he
often
stopped
,
even
in
this
short
process
,
and
stood
listening
for
any
conversation
in
the
next
room
,
of
which
he
might
be
the
theme
.
‘
Ah
!
’
he
said
after
a
short
effort
of
attention
,
‘
it
was
not
the
towel
over
my
ears
,
I
thought
it
wasn
’
t
.
