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‘
Shortly
after
that
,
’
replied
the
old
man
.
‘
I
thought
of
it
a
long
time
,
and
had
it
in
my
sleep
for
months
.
Then
I
began
.
I
found
no
pleasure
in
it
,
I
expected
none
.
What
has
it
ever
brought
me
but
anxious
days
and
sleepless
nights
;
but
loss
of
health
and
peace
of
mind
,
and
gain
of
feebleness
and
sorrow
!
’
‘
You
lost
what
money
you
had
laid
by
,
first
,
and
then
came
to
me
.
While
I
thought
you
were
making
your
fortune
(
as
you
said
you
were
)
you
were
making
yourself
a
beggar
,
eh
?
Dear
me
!
And
so
it
comes
to
pass
that
I
hold
every
security
you
could
scrape
together
,
and
a
bill
of
sale
upon
the
—
upon
the
stock
and
property
,
’
said
Quilp
standing
up
and
looking
about
him
,
as
if
to
assure
himself
that
none
of
it
had
been
taken
away
.
‘
But
did
you
never
win
?
’
‘
Never
!
’
groaned
the
old
man
.
‘
Never
won
back
my
loss
!
’
‘
I
thought
,
’
sneered
the
dwarf
,
‘
that
if
a
man
played
long
enough
he
was
sure
to
win
at
last
,
or
,
at
the
worst
,
not
to
come
off
a
loser
.
’
‘
And
so
he
is
,
’
cried
the
old
man
,
suddenly
rousing
himself
from
his
state
of
despondency
,
and
lashed
into
the
most
violent
excitement
,
‘
so
he
is
;
I
have
felt
that
from
the
first
,
I
have
always
known
it
,
I
’
ve
seen
it
,
I
never
felt
it
half
so
strongly
as
I
feel
it
now
.
Quilp
,
I
have
dreamed
,
three
nights
,
of
winning
the
same
large
sum
,
I
never
could
dream
that
dream
before
,
though
I
have
often
tried
.
Do
not
desert
me
,
now
I
have
this
chance
.
I
have
no
resource
but
you
,
give
me
some
help
,
let
me
try
this
one
last
hope
.
’
The
dwarf
shrugged
his
shoulders
and
shook
his
head
.
‘
See
,
Quilp
,
good
tender
-
hearted
Quilp
,
’
said
the
old
man
,
drawing
some
scraps
of
paper
from
his
pocket
with
a
trembling
hand
,
and
clasping
the
dwarf
’
s
arm
,
‘
only
see
here
.
Look
at
these
figures
,
the
result
of
long
calculation
,
and
painful
and
hard
experience
.
I
must
win
.
I
only
want
a
little
help
once
more
,
a
few
pounds
,
but
two
score
pounds
,
dear
Quilp
.
’
‘
The
last
advance
was
seventy
,
’
said
the
dwarf
;
‘
and
it
went
in
one
night
.
’
‘
I
know
it
did
,
’
answered
the
old
man
,
‘
but
that
was
the
very
worst
fortune
of
all
,
and
the
time
had
not
come
then
.
Quilp
,
consider
,
consider
,
’
the
old
man
cried
,
trembling
so
much
the
while
,
that
the
papers
in
his
hand
fluttered
as
if
they
were
shaken
by
the
wind
,
‘
that
orphan
child
!
If
I
were
alone
,
I
could
die
with
gladness
—
perhaps
even
anticipate
that
doom
which
is
dealt
out
so
unequally
:
coming
,
as
it
does
,
on
the
proud
and
happy
in
their
strength
,
and
shunning
the
needy
and
afflicted
,
and
all
who
court
it
in
their
despair
—
but
what
I
have
done
,
has
been
for
her
.
Help
me
for
her
sake
I
implore
you
;
not
for
mine
;
for
hers
!
’
‘
I
’
m
sorry
I
’
ve
got
an
appointment
in
the
city
,
’
said
Quilp
,
looking
at
his
watch
with
perfect
self
-
possession
,
‘
or
I
should
have
been
very
glad
to
have
spent
half
an
hour
with
you
while
you
composed
yourself
,
very
glad
.
’
