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Chapter 49

           Hahaha!’

           ‘Dead!’criedQuilp,relaxingintoagrimlaughhimself.‘No.Dothey?Dotheyreally,youdog?’

           ‘Theythinkyou’reyou’redrowned,’repliedtheboy,whoinhismaliciousnaturehadastronginfusionofhismaster.‘Youwaslastseenonthebrinkofthewharf,andtheythinkyoutumbledover.Haha!’

           Theprospectofplayingthespyundersuchdeliciouscircumstances,andofdisappointingthemallbywalkinginalive,gavemoredelighttoQuilpthanthegreateststrokeofgoodfortunecouldpossiblyhaveinspiredhimwith.Hewasnolesstickledthanhishopefulassistant,andtheybothstoodforsomeseconds,grinningandgaspingandwaggingtheirheadsateachother,oneithersideofthepost,likeanunmatchablepairofChineseidols.

           ‘Notaword,’saidQuilp,makingtowardsthedoorontiptoe.‘Notasound,notsomuchasacreakingboard,orastumbleagainstacobweb.Drowned,eh,MrsQuilp!Drowned!’

           Sosaying,heblewoutthecandle,kickedoffhisshoes,andgropedhiswayupstairs;leavinghisdelightedyoungfriendinanecstasyofsummersetsonthepavement.

           Thebedroom-dooronthestaircasebeingunlocked,MrQuilpslippedin,andplantedhimselfbehindthedoorofcommunicationbetweenthatchamberandthesitting-room,whichstandingajartorenderbothmoreairy,andhavingaveryconvenientchink(ofwhichhehadoftenavailedhimselfforpurposesofespial,andhadindeedenlargedwithhispocket-knife),enabledhimnotonlytohear,buttoseedistinctly,whatwaspassing.

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