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‘
I
am
sure
he
loves
you
dearly
,
’
said
Mrs
Quilp
.
‘
Indeed
,
indeed
he
does
!
’
cried
Nell
,
‘
as
dearly
as
I
love
him
.
But
I
have
not
told
you
the
greatest
change
of
all
,
and
this
you
must
never
breathe
again
to
any
one
.
He
has
no
sleep
or
rest
,
but
that
which
he
takes
by
day
in
his
easy
chair
;
for
every
night
and
nearly
all
night
long
he
is
away
from
home
.
’
‘
Nelly
!
’
‘
Hush
!
’
said
the
child
,
laying
her
finger
on
her
lip
and
looking
round
.
‘
When
he
comes
home
in
the
morning
,
which
is
generally
just
before
day
,
I
let
him
in
.
Last
night
he
was
very
late
,
and
it
was
quite
light
.
I
saw
that
his
face
was
deadly
pale
,
that
his
eyes
were
bloodshot
,
and
that
his
legs
trembled
as
he
walked
.
When
I
had
gone
to
bed
again
,
I
heard
him
groan
.
I
got
up
and
ran
back
to
him
,
and
heard
him
say
,
before
he
knew
that
I
was
there
,
that
he
could
not
bear
his
life
much
longer
,
and
if
it
was
not
for
the
child
,
would
wish
to
die
.
What
shall
I
do
!
Oh
!
What
shall
I
do
!
’
The
fountains
of
her
heart
were
opened
;
the
child
,
overpowered
by
the
weight
of
her
sorrows
and
anxieties
,
by
the
first
confidence
she
had
ever
shown
,
and
the
sympathy
with
which
her
little
tale
had
been
received
,
hid
her
face
in
the
arms
of
her
helpless
friend
,
and
burst
into
a
passion
of
tears
.
In
a
few
minutes
Mr
Quilp
returned
,
and
expressed
the
utmost
surprise
to
find
her
in
this
condition
,
which
he
did
very
naturally
and
with
admirable
effect
,
for
that
kind
of
acting
had
been
rendered
familiar
to
him
by
long
practice
,
and
he
was
quite
at
home
in
it
.
‘
She
’
s
tired
you
see
,
Mrs
Quilp
,
’
said
the
dwarf
,
squinting
in
a
hideous
manner
to
imply
that
his
wife
was
to
follow
his
lead
.
‘
It
’
s
a
long
way
from
her
home
to
the
wharf
,
and
then
she
was
alarmed
to
see
a
couple
of
young
scoundrels
fighting
,
and
was
timorous
on
the
water
besides
.
All
this
together
has
been
too
much
for
her
.
Poor
Nell
!
’
Mr
Quilp
unintentionally
adopted
the
very
best
means
he
could
have
devised
for
the
recovery
of
his
young
visitor
,
by
patting
her
on
the
head
.
Such
an
application
from
any
other
hand
might
not
have
produced
a
remarkable
effect
,
but
the
child
shrank
so
quickly
from
his
touch
and
felt
such
an
instinctive
desire
to
get
out
of
his
reach
,
that
she
rose
directly
and
declared
herself
ready
to
return
.
‘
But
you
’
d
better
wait
,
and
dine
with
Mrs
Quilp
and
me
.
’
said
the
dwarf
.
