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‘
Do
you
know
it
?
’
said
the
dwarf
,
watching
Sampson
’
s
eyes
.
‘
Do
you
see
the
likeness
?
’
‘
Eh
?
’
said
Brass
,
holding
his
head
on
one
side
,
and
throwing
it
a
little
back
,
as
connoisseurs
do
.
‘
Now
I
look
at
it
again
,
I
fancy
I
see
a
—
yes
,
there
certainly
is
something
in
the
smile
that
reminds
me
of
—
and
yet
upon
my
word
I
—
’
Now
,
the
fact
was
,
that
Sampson
,
having
never
seen
anything
in
the
smallest
degree
resembling
this
substantial
phantom
,
was
much
perplexed
;
being
uncertain
whether
Mr
Quilp
considered
it
like
himself
,
and
had
therefore
bought
it
for
a
family
portrait
;
or
whether
he
was
pleased
to
consider
it
as
the
likeness
of
some
enemy
.
He
was
not
very
long
in
doubt
;
for
,
while
he
was
surveying
it
with
that
knowing
look
which
people
assume
when
they
are
contemplating
for
the
first
time
portraits
which
they
ought
to
recognise
but
don
’
t
,
the
dwarf
threw
down
the
newspaper
from
which
he
had
been
chanting
the
words
already
quoted
,
and
seizing
a
rusty
iron
bar
,
which
he
used
in
lieu
of
poker
,
dealt
the
figure
such
a
stroke
on
the
nose
that
it
rocked
again
.
‘
Is
it
like
Kit
—
is
it
his
picture
,
his
image
,
his
very
self
?
’
cried
the
dwarf
,
aiming
a
shower
of
blows
at
the
insensible
countenance
,
and
covering
it
with
deep
dimples
.
‘
Is
it
the
exact
model
and
counterpart
of
the
dog
—
is
it
—
is
it
—
is
it
?
’
And
with
every
repetition
of
the
question
,
he
battered
the
great
image
,
until
the
perspiration
streamed
down
his
face
with
the
violence
of
the
exercise
.
Although
this
might
have
been
a
very
comical
thing
to
look
at
from
a
secure
gallery
,
as
a
bull
-
fight
is
found
to
be
a
comfortable
spectacle
by
those
who
are
not
in
the
arena
,
and
a
house
on
fire
is
better
than
a
play
to
people
who
don
’
t
live
near
it
,
there
was
something
in
the
earnestness
of
Mr
Quilp
’
s
manner
which
made
his
legal
adviser
feel
that
the
counting
-
house
was
a
little
too
small
,
and
a
deal
too
lonely
,
for
the
complete
enjoyment
of
these
humours
.
Therefore
,
he
stood
as
far
off
as
he
could
,
while
the
dwarf
was
thus
engaged
;
whimpering
out
but
feeble
applause
;
and
when
Quilp
left
off
and
sat
down
again
from
pure
exhaustion
,
approached
with
more
obsequiousness
than
ever
.
‘
Excellent
indeed
!
’
cried
Brass
.
‘
He
he
!
Oh
,
very
good
Sir
.
You
know
,
’
said
Sampson
,
looking
round
as
if
in
appeal
to
the
bruised
animal
,
‘
he
’
s
quite
a
remarkable
man
—
quite
!
’
‘
Sit
down
,
’
said
the
dwarf
.
‘
I
bought
the
dog
yesterday
.
I
’
ve
been
screwing
gimlets
into
him
,
and
sticking
forks
in
his
eyes
,
and
cutting
my
name
on
him
.
I
mean
to
burn
him
at
last
.
’
‘
Ha
ha
!
’
cried
Brass
.
‘
Extremely
entertaining
,
indeed
!
’
