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‘
How
very
often
you
have
come
backwards
and
forwards
lately
to
Mr
Quilp
,
my
dear
.
’
‘
I
have
said
so
to
grandfather
,
a
hundred
times
,
’
returned
Nell
innocently
.
‘
And
what
has
he
said
to
that
?
’
‘
Only
sighed
,
and
dropped
his
head
,
and
seemed
so
sad
and
wretched
that
if
you
could
have
seen
him
I
am
sure
you
must
have
cried
;
you
could
not
have
helped
it
more
than
I
,
I
know
.
How
that
door
creaks
!
’
‘
It
often
does
.
’
returned
Mrs
Quilp
,
with
an
uneasy
glance
towards
it
.
‘
But
your
grandfather
—
he
used
not
to
be
so
wretched
?
’
‘
Oh
,
no
!
’
said
the
child
eagerly
,
‘
so
different
!
We
were
once
so
happy
and
he
so
cheerful
and
contented
!
You
cannot
think
what
a
sad
change
has
fallen
on
us
since
.
’
‘
I
am
very
,
very
sorry
,
to
hear
you
speak
like
this
,
my
dear
!
’
said
Mrs
Quilp
.
And
she
spoke
the
truth
.
‘
Thank
you
,
’
returned
the
child
,
kissing
her
cheek
,
‘
you
are
always
kind
to
me
,
and
it
is
a
pleasure
to
talk
to
you
.
I
can
speak
to
no
one
else
about
him
,
but
poor
Kit
.
I
am
very
happy
still
,
I
ought
to
feel
happier
perhaps
than
I
do
,
but
you
cannot
think
how
it
grieves
me
sometimes
to
see
him
alter
so
.
’
‘
He
’
ll
alter
again
,
Nelly
,
’
said
Mrs
Quilp
,
‘
and
be
what
he
was
before
.
’
