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‘
This
is
the
way
to
keep
off
fever
,
’
said
Quilp
,
‘
this
is
the
way
to
keep
off
every
calamity
of
life
!
We
’
ll
never
leave
off
,
all
the
time
we
stop
here
—
smoke
away
,
you
dog
,
or
you
shall
swallow
the
pipe
!
’
‘
Shall
we
stop
here
long
,
Mr
Quilp
?
’
inquired
his
legal
friend
,
when
the
dwarf
had
given
his
boy
this
gentle
admonition
.
‘
We
must
stop
,
I
suppose
,
till
the
old
gentleman
up
stairs
is
dead
,
’
returned
Quilp
.
‘
He
he
he
!
’
laughed
Mr
Brass
,
‘
oh
!
very
good
!
’
‘
Smoke
away
!
’
cried
Quilp
.
‘
Never
stop
!
You
can
talk
as
you
smoke
.
Don
’
t
lose
time
.
’
‘
He
he
he
!
’
cried
Brass
faintly
,
as
he
again
applied
himself
to
the
odious
pipe
.
‘
But
if
he
should
get
better
,
Mr
Quilp
?
’
‘
Then
we
shall
stop
till
he
does
,
and
no
longer
,
’
returned
the
dwarf
.
‘
How
kind
it
is
of
you
,
Sir
,
to
wait
till
then
!
’
said
Brass
.
‘
Some
people
,
Sir
,
would
have
sold
or
removed
the
goods
—
oh
dear
,
the
very
instant
the
law
allowed
‘
em
.
Some
people
,
Sir
,
would
have
been
all
flintiness
and
granite
.
Some
people
,
sir
,
would
have
—
’
‘
Some
people
would
have
spared
themselves
the
jabbering
of
such
a
parrot
as
you
,
’
interposed
the
dwarf
.
‘
He
he
he
!
’
cried
Brass
.
‘
You
have
such
spirits
!
’
