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‘
Oh
Quilp
!
’
sobbed
his
wife
.
‘
How
cruel
it
is
of
you
!
’
‘
Did
she
think
I
was
dead
?
’
said
Quilp
,
wrinkling
his
face
into
a
most
extraordinary
series
of
grimaces
.
‘
Did
she
think
she
was
going
to
have
all
the
money
,
and
to
marry
somebody
she
liked
?
Ha
ha
ha
!
Did
she
?
’
These
taunts
elicited
no
reply
from
the
poor
little
woman
,
who
remained
on
her
knees
,
warming
her
hands
,
and
sobbing
,
to
Mr
Quilp
’
s
great
delight
.
But
,
just
as
he
was
contemplating
her
,
and
chuckling
excessively
,
he
happened
to
observe
that
Tom
Scott
was
delighted
too
;
wherefore
,
that
he
might
have
no
presumptuous
partner
in
his
glee
,
the
dwarf
instantly
collared
him
,
dragged
him
to
the
door
,
and
after
a
short
scuffle
,
kicked
him
into
the
yard
.
In
return
for
this
mark
of
attention
,
Tom
immediately
walked
upon
his
hands
to
the
window
,
and
—
if
the
expression
be
allowable
—
looked
in
with
his
shoes
:
besides
rattling
his
feet
upon
the
glass
like
a
Banshee
upside
down
.
As
a
matter
of
course
,
Mr
Quilp
lost
no
time
in
resorting
to
the
infallible
poker
,
with
which
,
after
some
dodging
and
lying
in
ambush
,
he
paid
his
young
friend
one
or
two
such
unequivocal
compliments
that
he
vanished
precipitately
,
and
left
him
in
quiet
possession
of
the
field
.
‘
So
!
That
little
job
being
disposed
of
,
’
said
the
dwarf
,
coolly
,
‘
I
’
ll
read
my
letter
.
Humph
!
’
he
muttered
,
looking
at
the
direction
.
‘
I
ought
to
know
this
writing
.
Beautiful
Sally
!
’
Opening
it
,
he
read
,
in
a
fair
,
round
,
legal
hand
,
as
follows
:
‘
Sammy
has
been
practised
upon
,
and
has
broken
confidence
.
It
has
all
come
out
.
You
had
better
not
be
in
the
way
,
for
strangers
are
going
to
call
upon
you
.
They
have
been
very
quiet
as
yet
,
because
they
mean
to
surprise
you
.
Don
’
t
lose
time
.
I
didn
’
t
.
I
am
not
to
be
found
anywhere
.
If
I
was
you
,
I
wouldn
’
t
either
.
S
.
B
.
,
late
of
B
.
M
.
’
To
describe
the
changes
that
passed
over
Quilp
’
s
face
,
as
he
read
this
letter
half
-
a
-
dozen
times
,
would
require
some
new
language
:
such
,
for
power
of
expression
,
as
was
never
written
,
read
,
or
spoken
.
For
a
long
time
he
did
not
utter
one
word
;
but
,
after
a
considerable
interval
,
during
which
Mrs
Quilp
was
almost
paralysed
with
the
alarm
his
looks
engendered
,
he
contrived
to
gasp
out
,
‘
If
I
had
him
here
.
If
I
only
had
him
here
—
’
