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The
boy
made
no
answer
,
but
directly
Quilp
had
shut
himself
in
,
stood
on
his
head
before
the
door
,
then
walked
on
his
hands
to
the
back
and
stood
on
his
head
there
,
and
then
to
the
opposite
side
and
repeated
the
performance
.
There
were
indeed
four
sides
to
the
counting
-
house
,
but
he
avoided
that
one
where
the
window
was
,
deeming
it
probable
that
Quilp
would
be
looking
out
of
it
.
This
was
prudent
,
for
in
point
of
fact
,
the
dwarf
,
knowing
his
disposition
,
was
lying
in
wait
at
a
little
distance
from
the
sash
armed
with
a
large
piece
of
wood
,
which
,
being
rough
and
jagged
and
studded
in
many
parts
with
broken
nails
,
might
possibly
have
hurt
him
.
It
was
a
dirty
little
box
,
this
counting
-
house
,
with
nothing
in
it
but
an
old
ricketty
desk
and
two
stools
,
a
hat
-
peg
,
an
ancient
almanack
,
an
inkstand
with
no
ink
,
and
the
stump
of
one
pen
,
and
an
eight
-
day
clock
which
hadn
’
t
gone
for
eighteen
years
at
least
,
and
of
which
the
minute
-
hand
had
been
twisted
off
for
a
tooth
-
pick
.
Daniel
Quilp
pulled
his
hat
over
his
brows
,
climbed
on
to
the
desk
(
which
had
a
flat
top
)
and
stretching
his
short
length
upon
it
went
to
sleep
with
ease
of
an
old
practitioner
;
intending
,
no
doubt
,
to
compensate
himself
for
the
deprivation
of
last
night
’
s
rest
,
by
a
long
and
sound
nap
.
Sound
it
might
have
been
,
but
long
it
was
not
,
for
he
had
not
been
asleep
a
quarter
of
an
hour
when
the
boy
opened
the
door
and
thrust
in
his
head
,
which
was
like
a
bundle
of
badly
-
picked
oakum
.
Quilp
was
a
light
sleeper
and
started
up
directly
.
‘
Here
’
s
somebody
for
you
,
’
said
the
boy
.
‘
Who
?
’
‘
I
don
’
t
know
.
’
‘
Ask
!
’
said
Quilp
,
seizing
the
trifle
of
wood
before
mentioned
and
throwing
it
at
him
with
such
dexterity
that
it
was
well
the
boy
disappeared
before
it
reached
the
spot
on
which
he
had
stood
.
‘
Ask
,
you
dog
.
’
Not
caring
to
venture
within
range
of
such
missles
again
,
the
boy
discreetly
sent
in
his
stead
the
first
cause
of
the
interruption
,
who
now
presented
herself
at
the
door
.
‘
What
,
Nelly
!
’
cried
Quilp
.
‘
Yes
,
’
said
the
child
,
hesitating
whether
to
enter
or
retreat
,
for
the
dwarf
just
roused
,
with
his
dishevelled
hair
hanging
all
about
him
and
a
yellow
handkerchief
over
his
head
,
was
something
fearful
to
behold
;
it
’
s
only
me
,
sir
