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The
old
man
answered
by
a
forced
smile
,
and
was
plainly
struggling
with
a
feeling
of
the
keenest
and
most
exquisite
impatience
.
It
was
not
lost
upon
Quilp
,
who
delighted
in
torturing
him
,
or
indeed
anybody
else
,
when
he
could
.
‘
She
’
s
so
,
’
said
Quilp
,
speaking
very
slowly
,
and
feigning
to
be
quite
absorbed
in
the
subject
,
‘
so
small
,
so
compact
,
so
beautifully
modelled
,
so
fair
,
with
such
blue
veins
and
such
a
transparent
skin
,
and
such
little
feet
,
and
such
winning
ways
—
but
bless
me
,
you
’
re
nervous
!
Why
neighbour
,
what
’
s
the
matter
?
I
swear
to
you
,
’
continued
the
dwarf
dismounting
from
the
chair
and
sitting
down
in
it
,
with
a
careful
slowness
of
gesture
very
different
from
the
rapidity
with
which
he
had
sprung
up
unheard
,
‘
I
swear
to
you
that
I
had
no
idea
old
blood
ran
so
fast
or
kept
so
warm
.
I
thought
it
was
sluggish
in
its
course
,
and
cool
,
quite
cool
.
I
am
pretty
sure
it
ought
to
be
.
Yours
must
be
out
of
order
,
neighbour
.
’
‘
I
believe
it
is
,
’
groaned
the
old
man
,
clasping
his
head
with
both
hands
.
‘
There
’
s
burning
fever
here
,
and
something
now
and
then
to
which
I
fear
to
give
a
name
.
’
The
dwarf
said
never
a
word
,
but
watched
his
companion
as
he
paced
restlessly
up
and
down
the
room
,
and
presently
returned
to
his
seat
.
Here
he
remained
,
with
his
head
bowed
upon
his
breast
for
some
time
,
and
then
suddenly
raising
it
,
said
,
‘
Once
,
and
once
for
all
,
have
you
brought
me
any
money
?
’
‘
No
!
’
returned
Quilp
.
‘
Then
,
’
said
the
old
man
,
clenching
his
hands
desperately
,
and
looking
upwards
,
‘
the
child
and
I
are
lost
!
’
‘
Neighbour
,
’
said
Quilp
glancing
sternly
at
him
,
and
beating
his
hand
twice
or
thrice
upon
the
table
to
attract
his
wandering
attention
,
‘
let
me
be
plain
with
you
,
and
play
a
fairer
game
than
when
you
held
all
the
cards
,
and
I
saw
but
the
backs
and
nothing
more
.
You
have
no
secret
from
me
now
.
’
The
old
man
looked
up
,
trembling
.
