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Chapter 62

           Youknow,’saidSampson,lookingroundasifinappealtothebruisedanimal,‘he’squitearemarkablemanquite!’

           ‘Sitdown,’saidthedwarf.‘Iboughtthedogyesterday.I’vebeenscrewinggimletsintohim,andstickingforksinhiseyes,andcuttingmynameonhim.Imeantoburnhimatlast.’

           ‘Haha!’criedBrass.‘Extremelyentertaining,indeed!’

           ‘Comehere,’saidQuilp,beckoninghimtodrawnear.‘What’sinjudicious,hey?’

           ‘NothingSirnothing.ScarcelyworthmentioningSir;butIthoughtthatsongadmirablyhumorousinitselfyouknowwasperhapsrather

           ‘Yes,’saidQuilp,‘ratherwhat?’

           ‘Justbordering,orasonemaysayremotelyverging,upontheconfinesofinjudiciousnessperhaps,Sir,’returnedBrass,lookingtimidlyatthedwarf’scunningeyes,whichwereturnedtowardsthefireandreflecteditsredlight.

           ‘Why?’inquiredQuilp,withoutlookingup.

           ‘Why,youknow,sir,’returnedBrass,venturingtobemorefamiliar:thefactis,sir,thatanyallusiontotheselittlecombiningstogether,offriends,forobjectsinthemselvesextremelylaudable,butwhichthelawtermsconspiracies,areyoutakeme,sir?bestkeptsnugandamongfriends,youknow.’

           ‘Eh!’saidQuilp,lookingupwithaperfectlyvacantcountenance.‘Whatdoyoumean?’

           ‘Cautious,exceedinglycautious,veryrightandproper!’criedBrass,noddinghishead.‘Mum,sir,evenheremymeaning,sir,exactly.’

           ‘Yourmeaningexactly,youbrazenscarecrow,what’syourmeaning?’retortedQuilp.

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