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‘
Do
you
mean
to
say
,
I
’
m
not
,
you
dog
?
’
returned
Quilp
.
‘
No
!
’
retorted
the
boy
.
‘
Then
what
do
you
fight
on
my
wharf
for
,
you
villain
?
’
said
Quilp
.
‘
Because
he
said
so
,
’
replied
the
boy
,
pointing
to
Kit
,
‘
not
because
you
an
’
t
.
’
‘
Then
why
did
he
say
,
’
bawled
Kit
,
‘
that
Miss
Nelly
was
ugly
,
and
that
she
and
my
master
was
obliged
to
do
whatever
his
master
liked
?
Why
did
he
say
that
?
’
‘
He
said
what
he
did
because
he
’
s
a
fool
,
and
you
said
what
you
did
because
you
’
re
very
wise
and
clever
—
almost
too
clever
to
live
,
unless
you
’
re
very
careful
of
yourself
,
Kit
.
’
said
Quilp
,
with
great
suavity
in
his
manner
,
but
still
more
of
quiet
malice
about
his
eyes
and
mouth
.
‘
Here
’
s
sixpence
for
you
,
Kit
.
Always
speak
the
truth
.
At
all
times
,
Kit
,
speak
the
truth
.
Lock
the
counting
-
house
,
you
dog
,
and
bring
me
the
key
.
’
The
other
boy
,
to
whom
this
order
was
addressed
,
did
as
he
was
told
,
and
was
rewarded
for
his
partizanship
in
behalf
of
his
master
,
by
a
dexterous
rap
on
the
nose
with
the
key
,
which
brought
the
water
into
his
eyes
.
Then
Mr
Quilp
departed
with
the
child
and
Kit
in
a
boat
,
and
the
boy
revenged
himself
by
dancing
on
his
head
at
intervals
on
the
extreme
verge
of
the
wharf
,
during
the
whole
time
they
crossed
the
river
.
There
was
only
Mrs
Quilp
at
home
,
and
she
,
little
expecting
the
return
of
her
lord
,
was
just
composing
herself
for
a
refreshing
slumber
when
the
sound
of
his
footsteps
roused
her
.
She
had
barely
time
to
seem
to
be
occupied
in
some
needle
-
work
,
when
he
entered
,
accompanied
by
the
child
;
having
left
Kit
downstairs
.
‘
Here
’
s
Nelly
Trent
,
dear
Mrs
Quilp
,
’
said
her
husband
.
‘
A
glass
of
wine
,
my
dear
,
and
a
biscuit
,
for
she
has
had
a
long
walk
.
She
’
ll
sit
with
you
,
my
soul
,
while
I
write
a
letter
.
