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‘
Moisten
your
clay
,
wet
the
other
eye
,
drink
,
man
!
’
cried
the
dwarf
.
‘
You
took
a
clerk
to
oblige
me
.
’
‘
Delighted
,
sir
,
I
am
sure
,
at
any
time
,
’
replied
Sampson
.
‘
Yes
,
Sir
,
I
did
.
’
‘
Then
now
you
may
discharge
him
,
’
said
Quilp
.
‘
There
’
s
a
means
of
retrenchment
for
you
at
once
.
’
‘
Discharge
Mr
Richard
,
sir
?
’
cried
Brass
.
‘
Have
you
more
than
one
clerk
,
you
parrot
,
that
you
ask
the
question
?
Yes
.
’
‘
Upon
my
word
,
Sir
,
’
said
Brass
,
‘
I
wasn
’
t
prepared
for
this
-
-
’
‘
How
could
you
be
?
’
sneered
the
dwarf
,
‘
when
I
wasn
’
t
?
How
often
am
I
to
tell
you
that
I
brought
him
to
you
that
I
might
always
have
my
eye
on
him
and
know
where
he
was
—
and
that
I
had
a
plot
,
a
scheme
,
a
little
quiet
piece
of
enjoyment
afoot
,
of
which
the
very
cream
and
essence
was
,
that
this
old
man
and
grandchild
(
who
have
sunk
underground
I
think
)
should
be
,
while
he
and
his
precious
friend
believed
them
rich
,
in
reality
as
poor
as
frozen
rats
?
’
‘
I
quite
understood
that
,
sir
,
’
rejoined
Brass
.
‘
Thoroughly
.
’
‘
Well
,
Sir
,
’
retorted
Quilp
,
‘
and
do
you
understand
now
,
that
they
’
re
not
poor
—
that
they
can
’
t
be
,
if
they
have
such
men
as
your
lodger
searching
for
them
,
and
scouring
the
country
far
and
wide
?
’
‘
Of
course
I
do
,
Sir
,
’
said
Sampson
.
