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‘
No
no
,
sir
—
certainly
not
;
not
by
any
means
,
’
returned
Brass
.
‘
If
you
so
wink
and
nod
at
me
,
’
said
the
dwarf
,
looking
about
him
as
if
for
his
poker
,
‘
I
’
ll
spoil
the
expression
of
your
monkey
’
s
face
,
I
will
.
’
‘
Don
’
t
put
yourself
out
of
the
way
I
beg
,
sir
,
’
rejoined
Brass
,
checking
himself
with
great
alacrity
.
‘
You
’
re
quite
right
,
sir
,
quite
right
.
I
shouldn
’
t
have
mentioned
the
subject
,
sir
.
It
’
s
much
better
not
to
.
You
’
re
quite
right
,
sir
.
Let
us
change
it
,
if
you
please
.
You
were
asking
,
sir
,
Sally
told
me
,
about
our
lodger
.
He
has
not
returned
,
sir
.
’
‘
No
?
’
said
Quilp
,
heating
some
rum
in
a
little
saucepan
,
and
watching
it
to
prevent
its
boiling
over
.
‘
Why
not
?
’
‘
Why
,
sir
,
’
returned
Brass
,
‘
he
—
dear
me
,
Mr
Quilp
,
sir
—
’
‘
What
’
s
the
matter
?
’
said
the
dwarf
,
stopping
his
hand
in
the
act
of
carrying
the
saucepan
to
his
mouth
.
‘
You
have
forgotten
the
water
,
sir
,
’
said
Brass
.
‘
And
—
excuse
me
,
sir
—
but
it
’
s
burning
hot
.
’
Deigning
no
other
than
a
practical
answer
to
this
remonstrance
,
Mr
Quilp
raised
the
hot
saucepan
to
his
lips
,
and
deliberately
drank
off
all
the
spirit
it
contained
,
which
might
have
been
in
quantity
about
half
a
pint
,
and
had
been
but
a
moment
before
,
when
he
took
it
off
the
fire
,
bubbling
and
hissing
fiercely
.
Having
swallowed
this
gentle
stimulant
,
and
shaken
his
fist
at
the
admiral
,
he
bade
Mr
Brass
proceed
.
‘
But
first
,
’
said
Quilp
,
with
his
accustomed
grin
,
‘
have
a
drop
yourself
—
a
nice
drop
—
a
good
,
warm
,
fiery
drop
.
’
