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Chapter 12

           

           ItwasnotwithoutgreatfearandtrepidationthatlittleNellslippedoffhershoesandglidingthroughthestore-roomofoldcuriosities,whereMrBrasstheugliestpieceofgoodsinallthestocklaysleepingonamattress,passedintoherownlittlechamber.

           Hereshestood,forafewmoments,quitetransfixedwithterroratthesightofMrQuilp,whowashangingsofaroutofbedthathealmostseemedtobestandingonhishead,andwho,eitherfromtheuneasinessofthisposture,orinoneofhisagreeablehabits,wasgaspingandgrowlingwithhismouthwideopen,andthewhites(orratherthedirtyyellows)ofhiseyesdistinctlyvisible.Itwasnotime,however,toaskwhetheranythingailedhim;so,possessingherselfofthekeyafteronehastyglanceabouttheroom,andrepassingtheprostrateMrBrass,sherejoinedtheoldmaninsafety.Theygotthedooropenwithoutnoise,andpassingintothestreet,stoodstill.

           ‘Whichway?’saidthechild.

           Theoldmanlooked,irresolutelyandhelplessly,firstather,thentotherightandleft,thenatheragain,andshookhishead.Itwasplainthatshewasthenceforthhisguideandleader.Thechildfeltit,buthadnodoubtsormisgiving,andputtingherhandinhis,ledhimgentlyaway.

           ItwasthebeginningofadayinJune;thedeepblueskyunsulliedbyacloud,andteemingwithbrilliantlight.Thestreetswere,asyet,nearlyfreefrompassengers,thehousesandshopswereclosed,andthehealthyairofmorningfelllikebreathfromangels,onthesleepingtown.

           Theoldmanandthechildpassedonthroughthegladsilence,elatewithhopeandpleasure

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