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‘
You
are
surprised
,
’
said
Quilp
.
‘
Well
,
perhaps
that
’
s
natural
.
You
have
no
secret
from
me
now
,
I
say
;
no
,
not
one
.
For
now
,
I
know
,
that
all
those
sums
of
money
,
that
all
those
loans
,
advances
,
and
supplies
that
you
have
had
from
me
,
have
found
their
way
to
—
shall
I
say
the
word
?
’
‘
Aye
!
’
replied
the
old
man
,
‘
say
it
,
if
you
will
.
’
‘
To
the
gaming
-
table
,
’
rejoined
Quilp
,
‘
your
nightly
haunt
.
This
was
the
precious
scheme
to
make
your
fortune
,
was
it
;
this
was
the
secret
certain
source
of
wealth
in
which
I
was
to
have
sunk
my
money
(
if
I
had
been
the
fool
you
took
me
for
)
;
this
was
your
inexhaustible
mine
of
gold
,
your
El
Dorado
,
eh
?
’
‘
Yes
,
’
cried
the
old
man
,
turning
upon
him
with
gleaming
eyes
,
‘
it
was
.
It
is
.
It
will
be
,
till
I
die
.
’
‘
That
I
should
have
been
blinded
,
’
said
Quilp
looking
contemptuously
at
him
,
‘
by
a
mere
shallow
gambler
!
’
‘
I
am
no
gambler
,
’
cried
the
old
man
fiercely
.
‘
I
call
Heaven
to
witness
that
I
never
played
for
gain
of
mine
,
or
love
of
play
;
that
at
every
piece
I
staked
,
I
whispered
to
myself
that
orphan
’
s
name
and
called
on
Heaven
to
bless
the
venture
;
—
which
it
never
did
.
Whom
did
it
prosper
?
Who
were
those
with
whom
I
played
?
Men
who
lived
by
plunder
,
profligacy
,
and
riot
;
squandering
their
gold
in
doing
ill
,
and
propagating
vice
and
evil
.
My
winnings
would
have
been
from
them
,
my
winnings
would
have
been
bestowed
to
the
last
farthing
on
a
young
sinless
child
whose
life
they
would
have
sweetened
and
made
happy
.
What
would
they
have
contracted
?
The
means
of
corruption
,
wretchedness
,
and
misery
.
Who
would
not
have
hoped
in
such
a
cause
?
Tell
me
that
!
Who
would
not
have
hoped
as
I
did
?
’
‘
When
did
you
first
begin
this
mad
career
?
’
asked
Quilp
,
his
taunting
inclination
subdued
,
for
a
moment
,
by
the
old
man
’
s
grief
and
wildness
.
‘
When
did
I
first
begin
?
’
he
rejoined
,
passing
his
hand
across
his
brow
.
‘
When
was
it
,
that
I
first
began
?
When
should
it
be
,
but
when
I
began
to
think
how
little
I
had
saved
,
how
long
a
time
it
took
to
save
at
all
,
how
short
a
time
I
might
have
at
my
age
to
live
,
and
how
she
would
be
left
to
the
rough
mercies
of
the
world
,
with
barely
enough
to
keep
her
from
the
sorrows
that
wait
on
poverty
;
then
it
was
that
I
began
to
think
about
it
.
’
‘
After
you
first
came
to
me
to
get
your
precious
grandson
packed
off
to
sea
?
’
said
Quilp
.
