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He said no more, but taking the money turned away with a slow,
uncertain step, and pressed his hand upon his head like a weary and
dejected man. the dwarf watched him sharply, while he passed into
the little sitting-room and locked it in an iron safe above the chimney-
piece; and after musing for a short space, prepared to take his leave,
observing that unless he made good haste, Mrs Quilp would certainly
be in fits on his return.
'And so, neighbour,' he added, 'I'll turn my face homewards, leaving
my love for Nelly and hoping she may never lose her way again,
though her doing so HAS procured me an honour I didn't expect.' With
that he bowed and leered at me, and with a keen glance around which
seemed to comprehend every object within his range of vision,
however, small or trivial, went his way.
I had several times essayed to go myself, but the old man had always
opposed it and entreated me to remain. As he renewed his entreaties
on our being left along, and adverted with many thanks to the former
occasion of our being together, I willingly yielded to his persuasions,
and sat down, pretending to examine some curious miniatures and a
few old medals which he placed before me. It needed no great pressing
to induce me to stay, for if my curiosity has been excited on the
occasion of my first visit, it certainly was not diminished now.
Nell joined us before long, and bringing some needle-work to the table,
sat by the old man's side. It was pleasant to observe the fresh flowers
in the room, the pet bird with a green bough shading his little cage,
the breath of freshness and youth which seemed to rustle through the
old dull house and hover round the child. It was curious, but not so
pleasant, to turn from the beauty and grace of the girl, to the stooping
figure, care-worn face, and jaded aspect of the old man. As he grew
weaker and more feeble, what would become of this lonely litle
creature; poor protector as he was, say that he died - what we be her
fate, then?
The old man almost answered my thoughts, as he laid his hand on
hers, and spoke aloud.
'
I'll be of better cheer, Nell,' he said; 'there must be good fortune in
store for thee - I do not ask it for myself, but thee. Such miseries must
fall on thy innocent head without it, that I cannot believe but that,
being tempted, it will come at last!'
She looked cheerfully into his face, but made no answer.
'
When I think,' said he, 'of the many years - many in thy short life -
that thou has lived with me; of my monotonous existence, knowing no
companions of thy own age nor any childish pleasures; of the solitutde
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