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’
With
that
,
Mr
Quilp
suffered
himself
to
roll
gradually
off
the
desk
until
his
short
legs
touched
the
ground
,
when
he
got
upon
them
and
led
the
way
from
the
counting
-
house
to
the
wharf
outside
,
when
the
first
objects
that
presented
themselves
were
the
boy
who
had
stood
on
his
head
and
another
young
gentleman
of
about
his
own
stature
,
rolling
in
the
mud
together
,
locked
in
a
tight
embrace
,
and
cuffing
each
other
with
mutual
heartiness
.
‘
It
’
s
Kit
!
’
cried
Nelly
,
clasping
her
hand
,
‘
poor
Kit
who
came
with
me
!
Oh
,
pray
stop
them
,
Mr
Quilp
!
’
‘
I
’
ll
stop
‘
em
,
’
cried
Quilp
,
diving
into
the
little
counting
-
house
and
returning
with
a
thick
stick
,
‘
I
’
ll
stop
‘
em
.
Now
,
my
boys
,
fight
away
.
I
’
ll
fight
you
both
.
I
’
ll
take
both
of
you
,
both
together
,
both
together
!
’
With
which
defiances
the
dwarf
flourished
his
cudgel
,
and
dancing
round
the
combatants
and
treading
upon
them
and
skipping
over
them
,
in
a
kind
of
frenzy
,
laid
about
him
,
now
on
one
and
now
on
the
other
,
in
a
most
desperate
manner
,
always
aiming
at
their
heads
and
dealing
such
blows
as
none
but
the
veriest
little
savage
would
have
inflicted
.
This
being
warmer
work
than
they
had
calculated
upon
,
speedily
cooled
the
courage
of
the
belligerents
,
who
scrambled
to
their
feet
and
called
for
quarter
.
‘
I
’
ll
beat
you
to
a
pulp
,
you
dogs
,
’
said
Quilp
,
vainly
endeavoring
to
get
near
either
of
them
for
a
parting
blow
.
‘
I
’
ll
bruise
you
until
you
’
re
copper
-
coloured
,
I
’
ll
break
your
faces
till
you
haven
’
t
a
profile
between
you
,
I
will
.
’
‘
Come
,
you
drop
that
stick
or
it
’
ll
be
worse
for
you
,
’
said
his
boy
,
dodging
round
him
and
watching
an
opportunity
to
rush
in
;
‘
you
drop
that
stick
.
’
‘
Come
a
little
nearer
,
and
I
’
ll
drop
it
on
your
skull
,
you
dog
,
’
said
Quilp
,
with
gleaming
eyes
;
‘
a
little
nearer
—
nearer
yet
.
’
But
the
boy
declined
the
invitation
until
his
master
was
apparently
a
little
off
his
guard
,
when
he
darted
in
and
seizing
the
weapon
tried
to
wrest
it
from
his
grasp
.
Quilp
,
who
was
as
strong
as
a
lion
,
easily
kept
his
hold
until
the
boy
was
tugging
at
it
with
his
utmost
power
,
when
he
suddenly
let
it
go
and
sent
him
reeling
backwards
,
so
that
he
fell
violently
upon
his
head
.
The
success
of
this
manoeuvre
tickled
Mr
Quilp
beyond
description
,
and
he
laughed
and
stamped
upon
the
ground
as
at
a
most
irresistible
jest
.
‘
Never
mind
,
’
said
the
boy
,
nodding
his
head
and
rubbing
it
at
the
same
time
;
‘
you
see
if
ever
I
offer
to
strike
anybody
again
because
they
say
you
’
re
an
uglier
dwarf
than
can
be
seen
anywheres
for
a
penny
,
that
’
s
all
.
’
