The Old Curiosity Shop


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'Right again!' exclaimed Quilp, with another contemptuous look at  
Sampson, 'always foremost! I say, Sally, he is a yelping, insolent dog  
to all besides, and most of all, to me. In short, I owe him a grudge.'  
'
That's enough, sir,' said Sampson.  
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No, it's not enough, sir,' sneered Quilp; 'will you hear me out? Besides  
that I owe him a grudge on that account, he thwarts me at this  
minute, and stands between me and an end which might otherwise  
prove a golden one to us all. Apart from that, I repeat that he crosses  
my humour, and I hate him. Now, you know the lad, and can guess  
the rest. Devise your own means of putting him out of my way, and  
execute them. Shall it be done?'  
'
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It shall, sir,' said Sampson.  
Then give me your hand,' retorted Quilp. 'Sally, girl, yours. I rely as  
much, or more, on you than him. Tom Scott comes back. Lantern,  
pipes, more grog, and a jolly night of it!'  
No other word was spoken, no other look exchanged, which had the  
slightest reference to this, the real occasion of their meeting. The trio  
were well accustomed to act together, and were linked to each other  
by ties of mutual interest and advantage, and nothing more was  
needed. Resuming his boisterous manner with the same ease with  
which he had thrown it off, Quilp was in an instant the same  
uproarious, reckless little savage he had been a few seconds before. It  
was ten o'clock at night before the amiable Sally supported her  
beloved and loving brother from the Wilderness, by which time he  
needed the utmost support her tender frame could render; his walk  
being from some unknown reason anything but steady, and his legs  
constantly doubling up in unexpected places.  
Overpowered, notwithstanding his late prolonged slumbers, by the  
fatigues of the last few days, the dwarf lost no time in creeping to his  
dainty house, and was soon dreaming in his hammock. Leaving him  
to visions, in which perhaps the quiet figures we quitted in the old  
church porch were not without their share, be it our task to rejoin  
them as they sat and watched.  


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