The Old Curiosity Shop


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'Quite, master. But I should say that if he turns up anywhere, he'll  
come ashore somewhere about Grinidge to-morrow, at ebb tide, eh,  
mate?'  
The other gentleman assented, observing that he was expected at the  
Hospital, and that several pensioners would be ready to receive him  
whenever he arrived.  
'
Then we have nothing for it but resignation,' said Mr Brass; 'nothing  
but resignation and expectation. It would be a comfort to have his  
body; it would be a dreary comfort.'  
'Oh, beyond a doubt,' assented Mrs Jiniwin hastily; 'if we once had  
that, we should be quite sure.'  
'With regard to the descriptive advertisement,' said Sampson Brass,  
taking up his pen. 'It is a melancholy pleasure to recall his traits.  
Respecting his legs now - ?'  
'Crooked, certainly,' said Mrs Jiniwin. 'Do you think they WERE  
crooked?' said Brass, in an insinuating tone. 'I think I see them now  
coming up the street very wide apart, in nankeen' pantaloons a little  
shrunk and without straps. Ah! what a vale of tears we live in. Do we  
say crooked?'  
'I think they were a little so,' observed Mrs Quilp with a sob.  
'Legs crooked,' said Brass, writing as he spoke. 'Large head, short  
body, legs crooked - '  
Very crooked,' suggested Mrs Jiniwin.  
'We'll not say very crooked, ma'am,' said Brass piously. 'Let us not  
bear hard upon the weaknesses of the deceased. He is gone, ma'am, to  
where his legs will never come in question. - We will content  
ourselves with crooked, Mrs Jiniwin.'  
'
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I thought you wanted the truth,' said the old lady. 'That's all.'  
Bless your eyes, how I love you,' muttered Quilp. 'There she goes  
again. Nothing but punch!'  
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This is an occupation,' said the lawyer, laying down his pen and  
emptying his glass, 'which seems to bring him before my eyes like the  
Ghost of Hamlet's father, in the very clothes that he wore on work-a-  
days. His coat, his waistcoat, his shoes and stockings, his trousers,  
his hat, his wit and humour, his pathos and his umbrella, all come  
before me like visions of my youth. His linen!' said Mr Brass smiling  


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