The Old Curiosity Shop


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It seems to me but yesterday that you went out to Demerara in the  
Mary Anne,' said Quilp; 'but yesterday, I declare. Well, I like a little  
wildness. I was wild myself once.'  
Mr Quilp accompanied this admission with such an awful wink,  
indicative of old rovings and backslidings, that Mrs Jiniwin was  
indignant, and could not forbear from remarking under her breath  
that he might at least put off his confessions until his wife was  
absent; for which act of boldness and insubordination Mr Quilp first  
stared her out of countenance and then drank her health  
ceremoniously.  
'
I thought you'd come back directly, Fred. I always thought that,' said  
Quilp setting down his glass. 'And when the Mary Anne returned with  
you on board, instead of a letter to say what a contrite heart you had,  
and how happy you were in the situation that had been provided for  
you, I was amused - exceedingly amused. Ha ha ha!'  
The young man smiled, but not as though the theme was the most  
agreeable one that could have been selected for his entertainment;  
and for that reason Quilp pursued it.  
'
I always will say,' he resumed, 'that when a rich relation having two  
young people - sisters or brothers, or brother and sister - dependent  
on him, attaches himself exclusively to one, and casts off the other, he  
does wrong.'  
The young man made a movement of impatience, but Quilp went on  
as calmly as if he were discussing some abstract question in which  
nobody present had the slightest personal interest.  
'It's very true,' said Quilp, 'that your grandfather urged repeated  
forgiveness, ingratitude, riot, and extravagance, and all that; but as I  
told him ‘these are common faults.’ ‘But he's a scoundrel,’ said he.  
Granting that,’ said I (for the sake of argument of course), ‘a great  
many young noblemen and gentlemen are scoundrels too!’ But he  
wouldn't be convinced.'  
'
I wonder at that, Mr Quilp,' said the young man sarcastically.  
'
Well, so did I at the time,' returned Quilp, 'but he was always  
obstinate. He was in a manner a friend of mine, but he was always  
obstinate and wrong-headed. Little Nell is a nice girl, a charming girl,  
but you're her brother, Frederick. You're her brother after all; as you  
told him the last time you met, he can't alter that.'  


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