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‘
Oh
Quilp
!
’
said
his
wife
,
‘
what
’
s
the
matter
?
Who
are
you
angry
with
?
’
‘
—
I
should
drown
him
,
’
said
the
dwarf
,
not
heeding
her
.
‘
Too
easy
a
death
,
too
short
,
too
quick
—
but
the
river
runs
close
at
hand
.
Oh
!
if
I
had
him
here
!
just
to
take
him
to
the
brink
coaxingly
and
pleasantly
,
—
holding
him
by
the
button
-
hole
—
joking
with
him
,
—
and
,
with
a
sudden
push
,
to
send
him
splashing
down
!
Drowning
men
come
to
the
surface
three
times
they
say
.
Ah
!
To
see
him
those
three
times
,
and
mock
him
as
his
face
came
bobbing
up
,
—
oh
,
what
a
rich
treat
that
would
be
!
’
‘
Quilp
!
’
stammered
his
wife
,
venturing
at
the
same
time
to
touch
him
on
the
shoulder
:
‘
what
has
gone
wrong
?
’
She
was
so
terrified
by
the
relish
with
which
he
pictured
this
pleasure
to
himself
that
she
could
scarcely
make
herself
intelligible
.
‘
Such
a
bloodless
cur
!
’
said
Quilp
,
rubbing
his
hands
very
slowly
,
and
pressing
them
tight
together
.
‘
I
thought
his
cowardice
and
servility
were
the
best
guarantee
for
his
keeping
silence
.
Oh
Brass
,
Brass
—
my
dear
,
good
,
affectionate
,
faithful
,
complimentary
,
charming
friend
—
if
I
only
had
you
here
!
’
His
wife
,
who
had
retreated
lest
she
should
seem
to
listen
to
these
mutterings
,
ventured
to
approach
him
again
,
and
was
about
to
speak
,
when
he
hurried
to
the
door
,
and
called
Tom
Scott
,
who
,
remembering
his
late
gentle
admonition
,
deemed
it
prudent
to
appear
immediately
.
‘
There
!
’
said
the
dwarf
,
pulling
him
in
.
‘
Take
her
home
.
Don
’
t
come
here
to
-
morrow
,
for
this
place
will
be
shut
up
.
Come
back
no
more
till
you
hear
from
me
or
see
me
.
Do
you
mind
?
’
Tom
nodded
sulkily
,
and
beckoned
Mrs
Quilp
to
lead
the
way
.
‘
As
for
you
,
’
said
the
dwarf
,
addressing
himself
to
her
,
‘
ask
no
questions
about
me
,
make
no
search
for
me
,
say
nothing
concerning
me
.
I
shall
not
be
dead
,
mistress
,
and
that
’
ll
comfort
you
.
He
’
ll
take
care
of
you
.
’
