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‘
So
I
supposed
,
’
said
the
dwarf
.
‘
I
have
sold
the
things
.
They
have
not
yielded
quite
as
much
as
they
might
have
done
,
but
pretty
well
—
pretty
well
.
To
-
day
’
s
Tuesday
.
When
shall
they
be
moved
?
There
’
s
no
hurry
—
shall
we
say
this
afternoon
?
’
‘
Say
Friday
morning
,
’
returned
the
old
man
.
‘
Very
good
,
’
said
the
dwarf
.
‘
So
be
it
—
with
the
understanding
that
I
can
’
t
go
beyond
that
day
,
neighbour
,
on
any
account
.
’
‘
Good
,
’
returned
the
old
man
.
‘
I
shall
remember
it
.
’
Mr
Quilp
seemed
rather
puzzled
by
the
strange
,
even
spiritless
way
in
which
all
this
was
said
;
but
as
the
old
man
nodded
his
head
and
repeated
‘
on
Friday
morning
.
I
shall
remember
it
,
’
he
had
no
excuse
for
dwelling
on
the
subject
any
further
,
and
so
took
a
friendly
leave
with
many
expressions
of
good
-
will
and
many
compliments
to
his
friend
on
his
looking
so
remarkably
well
;
and
went
below
stairs
to
report
progress
to
Mr
Brass
.
All
that
day
,
and
all
the
next
,
the
old
man
remained
in
this
state
.
He
wandered
up
and
down
the
house
and
into
and
out
of
the
various
rooms
,
as
if
with
some
vague
intent
of
bidding
them
adieu
,
but
he
referred
neither
by
direct
allusions
nor
in
any
other
manner
to
the
interview
of
the
morning
or
the
necessity
of
finding
some
other
shelter
.
An
indistinct
idea
he
had
,
that
the
child
was
desolate
and
in
want
of
help
;
for
he
often
drew
her
to
his
bosom
and
bade
her
be
of
good
cheer
,
saying
that
they
would
not
desert
each
other
;
but
he
seemed
unable
to
contemplate
their
real
position
more
distinctly
,
and
was
still
the
listless
,
passionless
creature
that
suffering
of
mind
and
body
had
left
him
.
We
call
this
a
state
of
childishness
,
but
it
is
the
same
poor
hollow
mockery
of
it
,
that
death
is
of
sleep
.
Where
,
in
the
dull
eyes
of
doating
men
,
are
the
laughing
light
and
life
of
childhood
,
the
gaiety
that
has
known
no
check
,
the
frankness
that
has
felt
no
chill
,
the
hope
that
has
never
withered
,
the
joys
that
fade
in
blossoming
?
Where
,
in
the
sharp
lineaments
of
rigid
and
unsightly
death
,
is
the
calm
beauty
of
slumber
,
telling
of
rest
for
the
waking
hours
that
are
past
,
and
gentle
hopes
and
loves
for
those
which
are
to
come
?
Lay
death
and
sleep
down
,
side
by
side
,
and
say
who
shall
find
the
two
akin
.
Send
forth
the
child
and
childish
man
together
,
and
blush
for
the
pride
that
libels
our
own
old
happy
state
,
and
gives
its
title
to
an
ugly
and
distorted
image
.
Thursday
arrived
,
and
there
was
no
alteration
in
the
old
man
.
But
a
change
came
upon
him
that
evening
as
he
and
the
child
sat
silently
together
.
