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So
saying
,
he
nodded
in
a
friendly
manner
,
and
took
his
leave
:
stopping
when
he
had
passed
the
outer
door
a
little
distance
,
and
grinning
with
extraordinary
delight
.
‘
Poor
Kit
!
’
muttered
Quilp
.
‘
I
think
it
was
Kit
who
said
I
was
an
uglier
dwarf
than
could
be
seen
anywhere
for
a
penny
,
wasn
’
t
it
.
Ha
ha
ha
!
Poor
Kit
!
’
And
with
that
he
went
his
way
,
still
chuckling
as
he
went
.
Daniel
Quilp
neither
entered
nor
left
the
old
man
’
s
house
,
unobserved
.
In
the
shadow
of
an
archway
nearly
opposite
,
leading
to
one
of
the
many
passages
which
diverged
from
the
main
street
,
there
lingered
one
,
who
,
having
taken
up
his
position
when
the
twilight
first
came
on
,
still
maintained
it
with
undiminished
patience
,
and
leaning
against
the
wall
with
the
manner
of
a
person
who
had
a
long
time
to
wait
,
and
being
well
used
to
it
was
quite
resigned
,
scarcely
changed
his
attitude
for
the
hour
together
.
This
patient
lounger
attracted
little
attention
from
any
of
those
who
passed
,
and
bestowed
as
little
upon
them
.
His
eyes
were
constantly
directed
towards
one
object
;
the
window
at
which
the
child
was
accustomed
to
sit
.
If
he
withdrew
them
for
a
moment
,
it
was
only
to
glance
at
a
clock
in
some
neighbouring
shop
,
and
then
to
strain
his
sight
once
more
in
the
old
quarter
with
increased
earnestness
and
attention
.
It
had
been
remarked
that
this
personage
evinced
no
weariness
in
his
place
of
concealment
;
nor
did
he
,
long
as
his
waiting
was
.
But
as
the
time
went
on
,
he
manifested
some
anxiety
and
surprise
,
glancing
at
the
clock
more
frequently
and
at
the
window
less
hopefully
than
before
.
At
length
,
the
clock
was
hidden
from
his
sight
by
some
envious
shutters
,
then
the
church
steeples
proclaimed
eleven
at
night
,
then
the
quarter
past
,
and
then
the
conviction
seemed
to
obtrude
itself
on
his
mind
that
it
was
no
use
tarrying
there
any
longer
.
That
the
conviction
was
an
unwelcome
one
,
and
that
he
was
by
no
means
willing
to
yield
to
it
,
was
apparent
from
his
reluctance
to
quit
the
spot
;
from
the
tardy
steps
with
which
he
often
left
it
,
still
looking
over
his
shoulder
at
the
same
window
;
and
from
the
precipitation
with
which
he
as
often
returned
,
when
a
fancied
noise
or
the
changing
and
imperfect
light
induced
him
to
suppose
it
had
been
softly
raised
.
At
length
,
he
gave
the
matter
up
,
as
hopeless
for
that
night
,
and
suddenly
breaking
into
a
run
as
though
to
force
himself
away
,
scampered
off
at
his
utmost
speed
,
nor
once
ventured
to
look
behind
him
lest
he
should
be
tempted
back
again
.
Without
relaxing
his
pace
,
or
stopping
to
take
breath
,
this
mysterious
individual
dashed
on
through
a
great
many
alleys
and
narrow
ways
until
he
at
length
arrived
in
a
square
paved
court
,
when
he
subsided
into
a
walk
,
and
making
for
a
small
house
from
the
window
of
which
a
light
was
shining
,
lifted
the
latch
of
the
door
and
passed
in
.
‘
Bless
us
!
’
cried
a
woman
turning
sharply
round
,
‘
who
’
s
that
?
Oh
!
It
’
s
you
,
Kit
!
’
‘
Yes
,
mother
,
it
’
s
me
.
’
