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Chapter 48

           He’saswelcomeasflowersinMay,orcoalsatChristmas.Wouldyoulikethisroom,sir?Honourmebywalkingin.Domethefavour,pray.’

           ‘Goodnessgraciousme!’criedKit’smother,fallingbackinextremesurprise,‘onlythinkofthis!’

           Shehadsomereasontobeastonished,forthepersonwhoprofferedthegraciousinvitationwasnootherthanDanielQuilp.Thelittledooroutofwhichhehadthrusthisheadwasclosetotheinnlarder;andtherehestood,bowingwithgrotesquepoliteness;asmuchathiseaseasifthedoorwerethatofhisownhouse;blightingallthelegsofmuttonandcoldroastfowlsbyhisclosecompanionship,andlookingliketheevilgeniusofthecellarscomefromundergrounduponsomeworkofmischief.

           ‘Wouldyoudomethehonour?’saidQuilp.

           ‘Ipreferbeingalone,’repliedthesinglegentleman.

           ‘Oh!’saidQuilp.Andwiththat,hedartedinagainwithonejerkandclappedthelittledoorto,likeafigureinaDutchclockwhenthehourstrikes.

           ‘Whyitwasonlylastnight,sir,’whisperedKit’smother,‘thatIlefthiminLittleBethel.’

           ‘Indeed!’saidherfellow-passenger.‘Whendidthatpersoncomehere,waiter?’

           ‘Comedownbythenight-coach,thismorning,sir.’

           ‘Humph!Andwhenishegoing?’

           ‘Can’tsay,sir,really.Whenthechambermaidaskedhimjustnowifheshouldwantabed,sir,hefirstmadefacesather,andthenwantedtokissher.’

           ‘Beghimtowalkthisway,’saidthesinglegentleman.‘Ishouldbegladtoexchangeawordwithhim,tellhim.

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