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The
smoking
sentinel
at
the
door
interposed
in
this
place
,
and
without
taking
his
pipe
from
his
lips
,
growled
,
‘
Here
’
s
the
gal
a
comin
’
down
.
’
‘
The
what
,
you
dog
?
’
said
Quilp
.
‘
The
gal
,
’
returned
the
boy
.
‘
Are
you
deaf
?
’
‘
Oh
!
’
said
Quilp
,
drawing
in
his
breath
with
great
relish
as
if
he
were
taking
soup
,
‘
you
and
I
will
have
such
a
settling
presently
;
there
’
s
such
a
scratching
and
bruising
in
store
for
you
,
my
dear
young
friend
!
Aha
!
Nelly
!
How
is
he
now
,
my
duck
of
diamonds
?
’
‘
He
’
s
very
bad
,
’
replied
the
weeping
child
.
‘
What
a
pretty
little
Nell
!
’
cried
Quilp
.
‘
Oh
beautiful
,
sir
,
beautiful
indeed
,
’
said
Brass
.
‘
Quite
charming
.
’
‘
Has
she
come
to
sit
upon
Quilp
’
s
knee
,
’
said
the
dwarf
,
in
what
he
meant
to
be
a
soothing
tone
,
‘
or
is
she
going
to
bed
in
her
own
little
room
inside
here
?
Which
is
poor
Nelly
going
to
do
?
’
‘
What
a
remarkable
pleasant
way
he
has
with
children
!
’
muttered
Brass
,
as
if
in
confidence
between
himself
and
the
ceiling
;
‘
upon
my
word
it
’
s
quite
a
treat
to
hear
him
.
’
