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The
day
,
in
the
highest
and
brightest
quarters
of
the
town
,
was
damp
,
dark
,
cold
and
gloomy
.
In
that
low
and
marshy
spot
,
the
fog
filled
every
nook
and
corner
with
a
thick
dense
cloud
.
Every
object
was
obscure
at
one
or
two
yards
’
distance
.
The
warning
lights
and
fires
upon
the
river
were
powerless
beneath
this
pall
,
and
,
but
for
a
raw
and
piercing
chillness
in
the
air
,
and
now
and
then
the
cry
of
some
bewildered
boatman
as
he
rested
on
his
oars
and
tried
to
make
out
where
he
was
,
the
river
itself
might
have
been
miles
away
.
The
mist
,
though
sluggish
and
slow
to
move
,
was
of
a
keenly
searching
kind
.
No
muffling
up
in
furs
and
broadcloth
kept
it
out
.
It
seemed
to
penetrate
into
the
very
bones
of
the
shrinking
wayfarers
,
and
to
rack
them
with
cold
and
pains
.
Everything
was
wet
and
clammy
to
the
touch
.
The
warm
blaze
alone
defied
it
,
and
leaped
and
sparkled
merrily
.
It
was
a
day
to
be
at
home
,
crowding
about
the
fire
,
telling
stories
of
travellers
who
had
lost
their
way
in
such
weather
on
heaths
and
moors
;
and
to
love
a
warm
hearth
more
than
ever
.
The
dwarf
’
s
humour
,
as
we
know
,
was
to
have
a
fireside
to
himself
;
and
when
he
was
disposed
to
be
convivial
,
to
enjoy
himself
alone
.
By
no
means
insensible
to
the
comfort
of
being
within
doors
,
he
ordered
Tom
Scott
to
pile
the
little
stove
with
coals
,
and
,
dismissing
his
work
for
that
day
,
determined
to
be
jovial
.
To
this
end
,
he
lighted
up
fresh
candles
and
heaped
more
fuel
on
the
fire
;
and
having
dined
off
a
beefsteak
,
which
he
cooked
himself
in
somewhat
of
a
savage
and
cannibal
-
like
manner
,
brewed
a
great
bowl
of
hot
punch
,
lighted
his
pipe
,
and
sat
down
to
spend
the
evening
.
At
this
moment
,
a
low
knocking
at
the
cabin
-
door
arrested
his
attention
.
When
it
had
been
twice
or
thrice
repeated
,
he
softly
opened
the
little
window
,
and
thrusting
his
head
out
,
demanded
who
was
there
.
‘
Only
me
,
Quilp
,
’
replied
a
woman
’
s
voice
.
‘
Only
you
!
’
cried
the
dwarf
,
stretching
his
neck
to
obtain
a
better
view
of
his
visitor
.
‘
And
what
brings
you
here
,
you
jade
?
How
dare
you
approach
the
ogre
’
s
castle
,
eh
?
’
‘
I
have
come
with
some
news
,
’
rejoined
his
spouse
.
‘
Don
’
t
be
angry
with
me
.
’
‘
Is
it
good
news
,
pleasant
news
,
news
to
make
a
man
skip
and
snap
his
fingers
?
’
said
the
dwarf
.
‘
Is
the
dear
old
lady
dead
?
’
