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Chapter 4

           

           Insteadofpursuingthethemehehadinhismind,Quilpfoldedhisarmsagain,andlookedathermoresternlythanbefore,whilesheavertedhereyesandkeptthemontheground.

           ‘MrsQuilp.’

           ‘Yes,Quilp.’

           ‘Ifeveryoulistentothesebeldamesagain,I’llbiteyou.’

           Withthislaconicthreat,whichheaccompaniedwithasnarlthatgavehimtheappearanceofbeingparticularlyinearnest,MrQuilpbadehercleartheteaboardaway,andbringtherum.Thespiritbeingsetbeforehiminahugecase-bottle,whichhadoriginallycomeoutofsomeship’slocker,hesettledhimselfinanarm-chairwithhislargeheadandfacesqueezedupagainsttheback,andhislittlelegsplantedonthetable.

           ‘Now,MrsQuilp,’hesaid;‘Ifeelinasmokinghumour,andshallprobablyblazeawayallnight.Butsitwhereyouare,ifyouplease,incaseIwantyou.’

           Hiswifereturnednootherreplythanthenecessary‘Yes,Quilp,’andthesmalllordofthecreationtookhisfirstcigarandmixedhisfirstglassofgrog.Thesunwentdownandthestarspeepedout,theTowerturnedfromitsownpropercolourstogreyandfromgreytoblack,theroombecameperfectlydarkandtheendofthecigaradeepfieryred,butstillMrQuilpwentonsmokinganddrinkinginthesameposition,andstaringlistlesslyoutofwindowwiththedoglikesmilealwaysonhisface,savewhenMrsQuilpmadesomeinvoluntarymovementofrestlessnessorfatigue;andthenitexpandedintoagrinofdelight.

           

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