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‘
Why
not
?
’
returned
the
dwarf
.
‘
Why
not
,
you
rogue
of
a
lawyer
,
why
not
?
’
‘
Bank
-
note
lost
in
our
office
sir
,
’
said
Brass
,
shaking
his
head
.
‘
Found
in
his
hat
sir
—
he
previously
left
alone
there
—
no
mistake
at
all
sir
—
chain
of
evidence
complete
—
not
a
link
wanting
.
’
‘
What
!
’
cried
the
dwarf
,
leaning
half
his
body
out
of
window
.
‘
Kit
a
thief
!
Kit
a
thief
!
Ha
ha
ha
!
Why
,
he
’
s
an
uglier
-
looking
thief
than
can
be
seen
anywhere
for
a
penny
.
Eh
,
Kit
—
eh
?
Ha
ha
ha
!
Have
you
taken
Kit
into
custody
before
he
had
time
and
opportunity
to
beat
me
!
Eh
,
Kit
,
eh
?
’
And
with
that
,
he
burst
into
a
yell
of
laughter
,
manifestly
to
the
great
terror
of
the
coachman
,
and
pointed
to
a
dyer
’
s
pole
hard
by
,
where
a
dangling
suit
of
clothes
bore
some
resemblance
to
a
man
upon
a
gibbet
.
‘
Is
it
coming
to
that
,
Kit
!
’
cried
the
dwarf
,
rubbing
his
hands
violently
.
‘
Ha
ha
ha
ha
!
What
a
disappointment
for
little
Jacob
,
and
for
his
darling
mother
!
Let
him
have
the
Bethel
minister
to
comfort
and
console
him
,
Brass
.
Eh
,
Kit
,
eh
?
Drive
on
coachey
,
drive
on
.
Bye
bye
,
Kit
;
all
good
go
with
you
;
keep
up
your
spirits
;
my
love
to
the
Garlands
—
the
dear
old
lady
and
gentleman
.
Say
I
inquired
after
‘
em
,
will
you
?
Blessings
on
‘
em
,
on
you
,
and
on
everybody
,
Kit
.
Blessings
on
all
the
world
!
’
With
such
good
wishes
and
farewells
,
poured
out
in
a
rapid
torrent
until
they
were
out
of
hearing
,
Quilp
suffered
them
to
depart
;
and
when
he
could
see
the
coach
no
longer
,
drew
in
his
head
,
and
rolled
upon
the
ground
in
an
ecstacy
of
enjoyment
.
When
they
reached
the
notary
’
s
,
which
they
were
not
long
in
doing
,
for
they
had
encountered
the
dwarf
in
a
bye
street
at
a
very
little
distance
from
the
house
,
Mr
Brass
dismounted
;
and
opening
the
coach
door
with
a
melancholy
visage
,
requested
his
sister
to
accompany
him
into
the
office
,
with
the
view
of
preparing
the
good
people
within
,
for
the
mournful
intelligence
that
awaited
them
.
Miss
Sally
complying
,
he
desired
Mr
Swiveller
to
accompany
them
.
So
,
into
the
office
they
went
;
Mr
Sampson
and
his
sister
arm
-
in
-
arm
;
and
Mr
Swiveller
following
,
alone
.
The
notary
was
standing
before
the
fire
in
the
outer
office
,
talking
to
Mr
Abel
and
the
elder
Mr
Garland
,
while
Mr
Chuckster
sat
writing
at
the
desk
,
picking
up
such
crumbs
of
their
conversation
as
happened
to
fall
in
his
way
.
This
posture
of
affairs
Mr
Brass
observed
through
the
glass
-
door
as
he
was
turning
the
handle
,
and
seeing
that
the
notary
recognised
him
,
he
began
to
shake
his
head
and
sigh
deeply
while
that
partition
yet
divided
them
.
‘
Sir
,
’
said
Sampson
,
taking
off
his
hat
,
and
kissing
the
two
fore
-
fingers
of
his
right
hand
beaver
glove
,
‘
my
name
is
Brass
—
Brass
of
Bevis
Marks
,
Sir
.
I
have
had
the
honour
and
pleasure
,
Sir
,
of
being
concerned
against
you
in
some
little
testamentary
matters
.
How
do
you
do
,
sir
?
’
