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Chapter 67

           ‘Pleasedo!’

           ‘Speakthen,’growledthedwarfwithamaliciousgrin.‘Bequickandshortaboutit.Speak,willyou?’

           ‘Itwasleftatourhousethisafternoon,’saidMrsQuilp,trembling,‘byaboywhosaidhedidn’tknowfromwhomitcame,butthatitwasgiventohimtoleave,andthathewastoldtosayitmustbebroughtontoyoudirectly,foritwasoftheverygreatestconsequence.Butplease,’sheadded,asherhusbandstretchedouthishandforit,‘pleaseletmein.Youdon’tknowhowwetandcoldIam,orhowmanytimesIhavelostmywayincomingherethroughthisthickfog.Letmedrymyselfatthefireforfiveminutes.I’llgoawaydirectlyyoutellmeto,Quilp.UponmywordIwill.’

           Heramiablehusbandhesitatedforafewmoments;but,bethinkinghimselfthatthelettermightrequiresomeanswer,ofwhichshecouldbethebearer,closedthewindow,openedthedoor,andbadeherenter.MrsQuilpobeyedrightwillingly,and,kneelingdownbeforethefiretowarmherhands,deliveredintohisalittlepacket.

           ‘I’mgladyou’rewet,’saidQuilp,snatchingit,andsquintingather.‘I’mgladyou’recold.I’mgladyoulostyourway.I’mgladyoureyesareredwithcrying.Itdoesmyheartgoodtoseeyourlittlenosesopinchedandfrosty.’

           ‘OhQuilp!’sobbedhiswife.‘Howcruelitisofyou!’

           ‘DidshethinkIwasdead?’saidQuilp,wrinklinghisfaceintoamostextraordinaryseriesofgrimaces.

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