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‘
Oh
!
by
all
means
,
’
rejoined
Quilp
.
‘
By
a
slight
and
not
unnatural
mistake
,
sir
,
’
said
Dick
,
substituting
another
in
its
stead
,
‘
I
had
handed
you
the
pass
-
ticket
of
a
select
convivial
circle
called
the
Glorious
Apollers
of
which
I
have
the
honour
to
be
Perpetual
Grand
.
That
is
the
proper
document
,
Sir
.
Good
morning
.
’
Quilp
bade
him
good
day
;
the
perpetual
Grand
Master
of
the
Glorious
Apollers
,
elevating
his
hat
in
honour
of
Mrs
Quilp
,
dropped
it
carelessly
on
the
side
of
his
head
again
,
and
disappeared
with
a
flourish
.
By
this
time
,
certain
vans
had
arrived
for
the
conveyance
of
the
goods
,
and
divers
strong
men
in
caps
were
balancing
chests
of
drawers
and
other
trifles
of
that
nature
upon
their
heads
,
and
performing
muscular
feats
which
heightened
their
complexions
considerably
.
Not
to
be
behind
-
hand
in
the
bustle
,
Mr
Quilp
went
to
work
with
surprising
vigour
;
hustling
and
driving
the
people
about
,
like
an
evil
spirit
;
setting
Mrs
Quilp
upon
all
kinds
of
arduous
and
impracticable
tasks
;
carrying
great
weights
up
and
down
,
with
no
apparent
effort
;
kicking
the
boy
from
the
wharf
,
whenever
he
could
get
near
him
;
and
inflicting
,
with
his
loads
,
a
great
many
sly
bumps
and
blows
on
the
shoulders
of
Mr
Brass
,
as
he
stood
upon
the
door
-
steps
to
answer
all
the
inquiries
of
curious
neighbours
,
which
was
his
department
.
His
presence
and
example
diffused
such
alacrity
among
the
persons
employed
,
that
,
in
a
few
hours
,
the
house
was
emptied
of
everything
,
but
pieces
of
matting
,
empty
porter
-
pots
,
and
scattered
fragments
of
straw
.
Seated
,
like
an
African
chief
,
on
one
of
these
pieces
of
matting
,
the
dwarf
was
regaling
himself
in
the
parlour
,
with
bread
and
cheese
and
beer
,
when
he
observed
without
appearing
to
do
so
,
that
a
boy
was
prying
in
at
the
outer
door
.
Assured
that
it
was
Kit
,
though
he
saw
little
more
than
his
nose
,
Mr
Quilp
hailed
him
by
his
name
;
whereupon
Kit
came
in
and
demanded
what
he
wanted
.
‘
Come
here
,
you
sir
,
’
said
the
dwarf
.
‘
Well
,
so
your
old
master
and
young
mistress
have
gone
?
’
‘
Where
?
’
rejoined
Kit
,
looking
round
.
‘
Do
you
mean
to
say
you
don
’
t
know
where
?
’
answered
Quilp
sharply
.
‘
Where
have
they
gone
,
eh
?
’
‘
I
don
’
t
know
,
’
said
Kit
.
