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‘
Now
,
Mrs
Quilp
,
’
said
the
dwarf
when
they
had
entered
the
shop
,
‘
go
you
up
stairs
,
if
you
please
,
to
Nelly
’
s
room
,
and
tell
her
that
she
’
s
wanted
.
’
‘
You
seem
to
make
yourself
at
home
here
,
’
said
Dick
,
who
was
unacquainted
with
Mr
Quilp
’
s
authority
.
‘
I
am
at
home
,
young
gentleman
,
’
returned
the
dwarf
.
Dick
was
pondering
what
these
words
might
mean
,
and
still
more
what
the
presence
of
Mr
Brass
might
mean
,
when
Mrs
Quilp
came
hurrying
down
stairs
,
declaring
that
the
rooms
above
were
empty
.
‘
Empty
,
you
fool
!
’
said
the
dwarf
.
‘
I
give
you
my
word
,
Quilp
,
’
answered
his
trembling
wife
,
‘
that
I
have
been
into
every
room
and
there
’
s
not
a
soul
in
any
of
them
.
’
‘
And
that
,
’
said
Mr
Brass
,
clapping
his
hands
once
,
with
an
emphasis
,
‘
explains
the
mystery
of
the
key
!
’
Quilp
looked
frowningly
at
him
,
and
frowningly
at
his
wife
,
and
frowningly
at
Richard
Swiveller
;
but
,
receiving
no
enlightenment
from
any
of
them
,
hurried
up
stairs
,
whence
he
soon
hurried
down
again
,
confirming
the
report
which
had
already
been
made
.
‘
It
’
s
a
strange
way
of
going
,
’
he
said
,
glancing
at
Swiveller
,
‘
very
strange
not
to
communicate
with
me
who
am
such
a
close
and
intimate
friend
of
his
!
Ah
!
he
’
ll
write
to
me
no
doubt
,
or
he
’
ll
bid
Nelly
write
—
yes
,
yes
,
that
’
s
what
he
’
ll
do
.
Nelly
’
s
very
fond
of
me
.
Pretty
Nell
!
’
