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‘
The
key
,
’
said
the
dwarf
,
looking
viciously
about
him
,
‘
the
door
-
key
—
that
’
s
the
matter
.
D
’
ye
know
anything
of
it
?
’
‘
How
should
I
know
anything
of
it
,
sir
?
’
returned
Mr
Brass
.
‘
How
should
you
?
’
repeated
Quilp
with
a
sneer
.
‘
You
’
re
a
nice
lawyer
,
an
’
t
you
?
Ugh
,
you
idiot
!
’
Not
caring
to
represent
to
the
dwarf
in
his
present
humour
,
that
the
loss
of
a
key
by
another
person
could
scarcely
be
said
to
affect
his
(
Brass
’
s
)
legal
knowledge
in
any
material
degree
,
Mr
Brass
humbly
suggested
that
it
must
have
been
forgotten
over
night
,
and
was
,
doubtless
,
at
that
moment
in
its
native
key
-
hole
.
Notwithstanding
that
Mr
Quilp
had
a
strong
conviction
to
the
contrary
,
founded
on
his
recollection
of
having
carefully
taken
it
out
,
he
was
fain
to
admit
that
this
was
possible
,
and
therefore
went
grumbling
to
the
door
where
,
sure
enough
,
he
found
it
.
Now
,
just
as
Mr
Quilp
laid
his
hand
upon
the
lock
,
and
saw
with
great
astonishment
that
the
fastenings
were
undone
,
the
knocking
came
again
with
the
most
irritating
violence
,
and
the
daylight
which
had
been
shining
through
the
key
-
hole
was
intercepted
on
the
outside
by
a
human
eye
.
The
dwarf
was
very
much
exasperated
,
and
wanting
somebody
to
wreak
his
ill
-
humour
upon
,
determined
to
dart
out
suddenly
,
and
favour
Mrs
Quilp
with
a
gentle
acknowledgment
of
her
attention
in
making
that
hideous
uproar
.
With
this
view
,
he
drew
back
the
lock
very
silently
and
softly
,
and
opening
the
door
all
at
once
,
pounced
out
upon
the
person
on
the
other
side
,
who
had
at
that
moment
raised
the
knocker
for
another
application
,
and
at
whom
the
dwarf
ran
head
first
:
throwing
out
his
hands
and
feet
together
,
and
biting
the
air
in
the
fulness
of
his
malice
.
So
far
,
however
,
from
rushing
upon
somebody
who
offered
no
resistance
and
implored
his
mercy
,
Mr
Quilp
was
no
sooner
in
the
arms
of
the
individual
whom
he
had
taken
for
his
wife
than
he
found
himself
complimented
with
two
staggering
blows
on
the
head
,
and
two
more
,
of
the
same
quality
,
in
the
chest
;
and
closing
with
his
assailant
,
such
a
shower
of
buffets
rained
down
upon
his
person
as
sufficed
to
convince
him
that
he
was
in
skilful
and
experienced
hands
.
Nothing
daunted
by
this
reception
,
he
clung
tight
to
his
opponent
,
and
bit
and
hammered
away
with
such
good
-
will
and
heartiness
,
that
it
was
at
least
a
couple
of
minutes
before
he
was
dislodged
.
Then
,
and
not
until
then
,
Daniel
Quilp
found
himself
,
all
flushed
and
dishevelled
,
in
the
middle
of
the
street
,
with
Mr
Richard
Swiveller
performing
a
kind
of
dance
round
him
and
requiring
to
know
‘
whether
he
wanted
any
more
?
’
‘
There
’
s
plenty
more
of
it
at
the
same
shop
,
’
said
Mr
Swiveller
,
by
turns
advancing
and
retreating
in
a
threatening
attitude
,
‘
a
large
and
extensive
assortment
always
on
hand
—
country
orders
executed
with
promptitude
and
despatch
—
will
you
have
a
little
more
,
Sir
—
don
’
t
say
no
,
if
you
’
d
rather
not
.
’
‘
I
thought
it
was
somebody
else
,
’
said
Quilp
,
rubbing
his
shoulders
,
‘
why
didn
’
t
you
say
who
you
were
?
’
