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Chapter 50

           Inthemidstofthisatmosphere,whichmustinfalliblyhavesmotheredanyotherman,MrQuilppassedtheeveningwithgreatcheerfulness;solacinghimselfallthetimewiththepipeandthecase-bottle;andoccasionallyentertaininghimselfwithamelodioushowl,intendedforasong,butbearingnotthefaintestresemblancetoanyscrapofanypieceofmusic,vocalorinstrumental,everinventedbyman.Thusheamusedhimselfuntilnearlymidnight,whenheturnedintohishammockwiththeutmostsatisfaction.

           Thefirstsoundthatmethisearsinthemorningashehalfopenedhiseyes,and,findinghimselfsounusuallyneartheceiling,entertainedadrowsyideathathemusthavebeentransformedintoaflyorblue-bottleinthecourseofthenight,wasthatofastifledsobbingandweepingintheroom.Peepingcautiouslyoverthesideofhishammock,hedescriedMrsQuilp,towhom,aftercontemplatingherforsometimeinsilence,hecommunicatedaviolentstartbysuddenlyyellingout‘Halloa!’

           ‘Oh,Quilp!’criedhispoorlittlewife,lookingup.‘Howyoufrightenedme!’

           ‘Imeantto,youjade,’returnedthedwarf.‘Whatdoyouwanthere?I’mdead,an’tI?’

           ‘Oh,pleasecomehome,docomehome,’saidMrsQuilp,sobbing;‘we’llneverdosoanymore,Quilp,andafterallitwasonlyamistakethatgrewoutofouranxiety.’

           ‘Outofyouranxiety,’grinnedthedwarf.‘Yes,Iknowthatoutofyouranxietyformydeath.IshallcomehomewhenIplease,Itellyou.IshallcomehomewhenIplease,andgowhenIplease

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