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Chapter 21

           Itsinternalaccommodationsamplyfulfilledthepromiseoftheoutside.Theroomswerelowanddamp,theclammywallswerepiercedwithchinksandholes,therottenfloorshadsunkfromtheirlevel,theverybeamsstartedfromtheirplacesandwarnedthetimidstrangerfromtheirneighbourhood.

           Tothisinvitingspot,entreatinghimtoobserveitsbeautiesastheypassedalong,MrQuilpledRichardSwiveller,andonthetableofthesummer-house,scoreddeepwithmanyagallowsandinitialletter,theresoonappearedawoodenkeg,fullofthevauntedliquor.Drawingitoffintotheglasseswiththeskillofapractisedhand,andmixingitwithaboutathirdpartofwater,MrQuilpassignedtoRichardSwivellerhisportion,andlightinghispipefromanendofacandleinaveryoldandbatteredlantern,drewhimselftogetheruponaseatandpuffedaway.

           ‘Isitgood?’saidQuilp,asRichardSwivellersmackedhislips,‘isitstrongandfiery?Doesitmakeyouwink,andchoke,andyoureyeswater,andyourbreathcomeshortdoesit?’

           ‘Doesit?’criedDick,throwingawaypartofthecontentsofhisglass,andfillingitupwithwater,‘why,man,youdon’tmeantotellmethatyoudrinksuchfireasthis?’

           ‘No!’rejoinedQuilp,‘Notdrinkit!Lookhere.Andhere.Andhereagain.Notdrinkit!’

           Ashespoke,DanielQuilpdrewoffanddrankthreesmallglassfulsoftherawspirit,andthenwithahorriblegrimacetookagreatmanypullsathispipe,andswallowingthesmoke,dischargeditinaheavycloudfromhisnose.

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