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‘
When
this
trial
’
s
over
,
’
said
Quilp
.
‘
As
soon
as
that
’
s
ended
,
send
him
about
his
business
.
’
‘
It
shall
be
done
,
sir
,
’
returned
Brass
;
‘
by
all
means
.
It
will
be
rather
a
blow
to
Sarah
,
sir
,
but
she
has
all
her
feelings
under
control
.
Ah
,
Mr
Quilp
,
I
often
think
,
sir
,
if
it
had
only
pleased
Providence
to
bring
you
and
Sarah
together
,
in
earlier
life
,
what
blessed
results
would
have
flowed
from
such
a
union
!
You
never
saw
our
dear
father
,
sir
?
—
A
charming
gentleman
.
Sarah
was
his
pride
and
joy
,
sir
.
He
would
have
closed
his
eyes
in
bliss
,
would
Foxey
,
Mr
Quilp
,
if
he
could
have
found
her
such
a
partner
.
You
esteem
her
,
sir
?
’
‘
I
love
her
,
’
croaked
the
dwarf
.
‘
You
’
re
very
good
,
Sir
,
’
returned
Brass
,
‘
I
am
sure
.
Is
there
any
other
order
,
sir
,
that
I
can
take
a
note
of
,
besides
this
little
matter
of
Mr
Richard
?
’
‘
None
,
’
replied
the
dwarf
,
seizing
the
saucepan
.
‘
Let
us
drink
the
lovely
Sarah
.
’
‘
If
we
could
do
it
in
something
,
sir
,
that
wasn
’
t
quite
boiling
,
’
suggested
Brass
humbly
,
‘
perhaps
it
would
be
better
.
I
think
it
will
be
more
agreeable
to
Sarah
’
s
feelings
,
when
she
comes
to
hear
from
me
of
the
honour
you
have
done
her
,
if
she
learns
it
was
in
liquor
rather
cooler
than
the
last
,
Sir
.
’
But
to
these
remonstrances
,
Mr
Quilp
turned
a
deaf
ear
.
Sampson
Brass
,
who
was
,
by
this
time
,
anything
but
sober
,
being
compelled
to
take
further
draughts
of
the
same
strong
bowl
,
found
that
,
instead
of
at
all
contributing
to
his
recovery
,
they
had
the
novel
effect
of
making
the
counting
-
house
spin
round
and
round
with
extreme
velocity
,
and
causing
the
floor
and
ceiling
to
heave
in
a
very
distressing
manner
.
After
a
brief
stupor
,
he
awoke
to
a
consciousness
of
being
partly
under
the
table
and
partly
under
the
grate
.
This
position
not
being
the
most
comfortable
one
he
could
have
chosen
for
himself
,
he
managed
to
stagger
to
his
feet
,
and
,
holding
on
by
the
admiral
,
looked
round
for
his
host
.
Mr
Brass
’
s
first
impression
was
,
that
his
host
was
gone
and
had
left
him
there
alone
—
perhaps
locked
him
in
for
the
night
.
A
strong
smell
of
tobacco
,
however
,
suggested
a
new
train
of
ideas
,
he
looked
upward
,
and
saw
that
the
dwarf
was
smoking
in
his
hammock
.
‘
Good
bye
,
Sir
,
’
cried
Brass
faintly
.
‘
Good
bye
,
Sir
.
’
