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‘
Of
course
you
do
,
’
retorted
the
dwarf
,
viciously
snapping
at
his
words
.
‘
Of
course
do
you
understand
then
,
that
it
’
s
no
matter
what
comes
of
this
fellow
?
of
course
do
you
understand
that
for
any
other
purpose
he
’
s
no
man
for
me
,
nor
for
you
?
’
‘
I
have
frequently
said
to
Sarah
,
sir
,
’
returned
Brass
,
‘
that
he
was
of
no
use
at
all
in
the
business
.
You
can
’
t
put
any
confidence
in
him
,
sir
.
If
you
’
ll
believe
me
I
’
ve
found
that
fellow
,
in
the
commonest
little
matters
of
the
office
that
have
been
trusted
to
him
,
blurting
out
the
truth
,
though
expressly
cautioned
.
The
aggravation
of
that
chap
sir
,
has
exceeded
anything
you
can
imagine
,
it
has
indeed
.
Nothing
but
the
respect
and
obligation
I
owe
to
you
,
sir
—
’
As
it
was
plain
that
Sampson
was
bent
on
a
complimentary
harangue
,
unless
he
received
a
timely
interruption
,
Mr
Quilp
politely
tapped
him
on
the
crown
of
his
head
with
the
little
saucepan
,
and
requested
that
he
would
be
so
obliging
as
to
hold
his
peace
.
‘
Practical
,
sir
,
practical
,
’
said
Brass
,
rubbing
the
place
and
smiling
;
‘
but
still
extremely
pleasant
—
immensely
so
!
’
‘
Hearken
to
me
,
will
you
?
’
returned
Quilp
,
‘
or
I
’
ll
be
a
little
more
pleasant
,
presently
.
There
’
s
no
chance
of
his
comrade
and
friend
returning
.
The
scamp
has
been
obliged
to
fly
,
as
I
learn
,
for
some
knavery
,
and
has
found
his
way
abroad
.
Let
him
rot
there
.
’
‘
Certainly
,
sir
.
Quite
proper
.
—
Forcible
!
’
cried
Brass
,
glancing
at
the
admiral
again
,
as
if
he
made
a
third
in
company
.
‘
Extremely
forcible
!
’
‘
I
hate
him
,
’
said
Quilp
between
his
teeth
,
‘
and
have
always
hated
him
,
for
family
reasons
.
Besides
,
he
was
an
intractable
ruffian
;
otherwise
he
would
have
been
of
use
.
This
fellow
is
pigeon
-
hearted
and
light
-
headed
.
I
don
’
t
want
him
any
longer
.
Let
him
hang
or
drown
—
starve
—
go
to
the
devil
.
’
‘
By
all
means
,
sir
,
’
returned
Brass
.
‘
When
would
you
wish
him
,
sir
,
to
—
ha
,
ha
!
—
to
make
that
little
excursion
?
’
