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‘
Come
,
you
let
me
alone
,
’
said
the
boy
,
parrying
Quilp
’
s
hand
with
both
his
elbows
alternatively
.
‘
You
’
ll
get
something
you
won
’
t
like
if
you
don
’
t
and
so
I
tell
you
.
’
‘
You
dog
,
’
snarled
Quilp
,
‘
I
’
ll
beat
you
with
an
iron
rod
,
I
’
ll
scratch
you
with
a
rusty
nail
,
I
’
ll
pinch
your
eyes
,
if
you
talk
to
me
—
I
will
.
’
With
these
threats
he
clenched
his
hand
again
,
and
dexterously
diving
in
between
the
elbows
and
catching
the
boy
’
s
head
as
it
dodged
from
side
to
side
,
gave
it
three
or
four
good
hard
knocks
.
Having
now
carried
his
point
and
insisted
on
it
,
he
left
off
.
‘
You
won
’
t
do
it
agin
,
’
said
the
boy
,
nodding
his
head
and
drawing
back
,
with
the
elbows
ready
in
case
of
the
worst
;
‘
now
—
’
‘
Stand
still
,
you
dog
,
’
said
Quilp
.
‘
I
won
’
t
do
it
again
,
because
I
’
ve
done
it
as
often
as
I
want
.
Here
.
Take
the
key
.
’
‘
Why
don
’
t
you
hit
one
of
your
size
?
’
said
the
boy
approaching
very
slowly
.
‘
Where
is
there
one
of
my
size
,
you
dog
?
’
returned
Quilp
.
‘
Take
the
key
,
or
I
’
ll
brain
you
with
it
’
—
indeed
he
gave
him
a
smart
tap
with
the
handle
as
he
spoke
.
‘
Now
,
open
the
counting
-
house
.
’
The
boy
sulkily
complied
,
muttering
at
first
,
but
desisting
when
he
looked
round
and
saw
that
Quilp
was
following
him
with
a
steady
look
.
And
here
it
may
be
remarked
,
that
between
this
boy
and
the
dwarf
there
existed
a
strange
kind
of
mutual
liking
.
How
born
or
bred
,
and
or
nourished
upon
blows
and
threats
on
one
side
,
and
retorts
and
defiances
on
the
other
,
is
not
to
the
purpose
.
Quilp
would
certainly
suffer
nobody
to
contract
him
but
the
boy
,
and
the
boy
would
assuredly
not
have
submitted
to
be
so
knocked
about
by
anybody
but
Quilp
,
when
he
had
the
power
to
run
away
at
any
time
he
chose
.
‘
Now
,
’
said
Quilp
,
passing
into
the
wooden
counting
-
house
,
‘
you
mind
the
wharf
.
Stand
upon
your
head
agin
,
and
I
’
ll
cut
one
of
your
feet
off
.
’
