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‘
Come
here
,
’
said
Quilp
,
beckoning
him
to
draw
near
.
‘
What
’
s
injudicious
,
hey
?
’
‘
Nothing
Sir
—
nothing
.
Scarcely
worth
mentioning
Sir
;
but
I
thought
that
song
—
admirably
humorous
in
itself
you
know
—
was
perhaps
rather
—
’
‘
Yes
,
’
said
Quilp
,
‘
rather
what
?
’
‘
Just
bordering
,
or
as
one
may
say
remotely
verging
,
upon
the
confines
of
injudiciousness
perhaps
,
Sir
,
’
returned
Brass
,
looking
timidly
at
the
dwarf
’
s
cunning
eyes
,
which
were
turned
towards
the
fire
and
reflected
its
red
light
.
‘
Why
?
’
inquired
Quilp
,
without
looking
up
.
‘
Why
,
you
know
,
sir
,
’
returned
Brass
,
venturing
to
be
more
familiar
:
‘
—
the
fact
is
,
sir
,
that
any
allusion
to
these
little
combinings
together
,
of
friends
,
for
objects
in
themselves
extremely
laudable
,
but
which
the
law
terms
conspiracies
,
are
—
you
take
me
,
sir
?
—
best
kept
snug
and
among
friends
,
you
know
.
’
‘
Eh
!
’
said
Quilp
,
looking
up
with
a
perfectly
vacant
countenance
.
‘
What
do
you
mean
?
’
‘
Cautious
,
exceedingly
cautious
,
very
right
and
proper
!
’
cried
Brass
,
nodding
his
head
.
‘
Mum
,
sir
,
even
here
—
my
meaning
,
sir
,
exactly
.
’
‘
Your
meaning
exactly
,
you
brazen
scarecrow
,
—
what
’
s
your
meaning
?
’
retorted
Quilp
.
‘
Why
do
you
talk
to
me
of
combining
together
?
Do
I
combine
?
Do
I
know
anything
about
your
combinings
?
’
