Chapter 62

           

           Afaintlight,twinklingfromthewindowofthecounting-houseonQuilp’swharf,andlookinginflamedandredthroughthenight-fog,asthoughitsufferedfromitlikeaneye,forewarnedMrSampsonBrass,asheapproachedthewoodencabinwithacautiousstep,thattheexcellentproprietor,hisesteemedclient,wasinside,andprobablywaitingwithhisaccustomedpatienceandsweetnessoftemperthefulfilmentoftheappointmentwhichnowbroughtMrBrasswithinhisfairdomain.

           ‘Atreacherousplacetopickone’sstepsin,ofadarknight,’mutteredSampson,ashestumbledforthetwentiethtimeoversomestraylumber,andlimpedinpain.‘Ibelievethatboystrewsthegrounddifferentlyeveryday,onpurposetobruiseandmaimone;unlesshismasterdoesitwithhisownhands,whichismorethanlikely.IhatetocometothisplacewithoutSally.She’smoreprotectionthanadozenmen.’

           Ashepaidthiscomplimenttothemeritoftheabsentcharmer,MrBrasscametoahalt;lookingdoubtfullytowardsthelight,andoverhisshoulder.

           ‘What’sheabout,Iwonder?’murmuredthelawyer,standingontiptoe,andendeavouringtoobtainaglimpseofwhatwaspassinginside,whichatthatdistancewasimpossible‘drinking,Isuppose,makinghimselfmorefieryandfurious,andheatinghismaliceandmischievousnesstilltheyboil.I’malwaysafraidtocomeherebymyself,whenhisaccount’saprettylargeone.

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