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‘
Do
you
know
what
’
s
inside
this
letter
,
Nell
?
’
‘
No
,
sir
!
’
‘
Are
you
sure
,
quite
sure
,
quite
certain
,
upon
your
soul
?
’
‘
Quite
sure
,
sir
.
’
‘
Do
you
wish
you
may
die
if
you
do
know
,
hey
?
’
said
the
dwarf
.
‘
Indeed
I
don
’
t
know
,
’
returned
the
child
.
‘
Well
!
’
muttered
Quilp
as
he
marked
her
earnest
look
.
‘
I
believe
you
.
Humph
!
Gone
already
?
Gone
in
four
-
and
-
twenty
hours
!
What
the
devil
has
he
done
with
it
,
that
’
s
the
mystery
!
’
This
reflection
set
him
scratching
his
head
and
biting
his
nails
once
more
.
While
he
was
thus
employed
his
features
gradually
relaxed
into
what
was
with
him
a
cheerful
smile
,
but
which
in
any
other
man
would
have
been
a
ghastly
grin
of
pain
,
and
when
the
child
looked
up
again
she
found
that
he
was
regarding
her
with
extraordinary
favour
and
complacency
.
‘
You
look
very
pretty
to
-
day
,
Nelly
,
charmingly
pretty
.
Are
you
tired
,
Nelly
?
’
‘
No
,
sir
.
I
’
m
in
a
hurry
to
get
back
,
for
he
will
be
anxious
while
I
am
away
.
’
