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‘
Come
,
’
retorted
Quilp
,
‘
let
’
s
have
no
more
of
this
!
Do
you
mean
to
say
that
you
don
’
t
know
they
went
away
by
stealth
,
as
soon
as
it
was
light
this
morning
?
’
‘
No
,
’
said
the
boy
,
in
evident
surprise
.
‘
You
don
’
t
know
that
?
’
cried
Quilp
.
‘
Don
’
t
I
know
that
you
were
hanging
about
the
house
the
other
night
,
like
a
thief
,
eh
?
Weren
’
t
you
told
then
?
’
‘
No
,
’
replied
the
boy
.
‘
You
were
not
?
’
said
Quilp
.
‘
What
were
you
told
then
;
what
were
you
talking
about
?
’
Kit
,
who
knew
no
particular
reason
why
he
should
keep
the
matter
secret
now
,
related
the
purpose
for
which
he
had
come
on
that
occasion
,
and
the
proposal
he
had
made
.
‘
Oh
!
’
said
the
dwarf
after
a
little
consideration
.
‘
Then
,
I
think
they
’
ll
come
to
you
yet
.
’
‘
Do
you
think
they
will
?
’
cried
Kit
eagerly
.
‘
Aye
,
I
think
they
will
,
’
returned
the
dwarf
.
‘
Now
,
when
they
do
,
let
me
know
;
d
’
ye
hear
?
Let
me
know
,
and
I
’
ll
give
you
something
.
I
want
to
do
‘
em
a
kindness
,
and
I
can
’
t
do
‘
em
a
kindness
unless
I
know
where
they
are
.
You
hear
what
I
say
?
’
Kit
might
have
returned
some
answer
which
would
not
have
been
agreeable
to
his
irascible
questioner
,
if
the
boy
from
the
wharf
,
who
had
been
skulking
about
the
room
in
search
of
anything
that
might
have
been
left
about
by
accident
,
had
not
happened
to
cry
,
‘
Here
’
s
a
bird
!
What
’
s
to
be
done
with
this
?
’
