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Chapter LXII
A faint light, twinkling from the window of the counting-house on
Quilp's wharf, and looking inflamed and red through the night-fog, as
though it suffered from it like an eye, forewarned Mr Sampson Brass,
as he approached the wooden cabin with a cautious step, that the
excellent proprietor, his esteemed client, was inside, and probably
waiting with his accustomed patience and sweetness of temper the
fulfilment of the appointment which now brought Mr Brass within his
fair domain.
'A treacherous place to pick one's steps in, of a dark night,' muttered
Sampson, as he stumbled for the twentieth time over some stray
lumber, and limped in pain. 'I believe that boy strews the ground
differently every day, on purpose to bruise and maim one; unless his
master does it with his own hands, which is more than likely. I hate to
come to this place without Sally. She's more protection than a dozen
men.'
As he paid this compliment to the merit of the absent charmer, Mr
Brass came to a halt; looking doubtfully towards the light, and over
his shoulder.
'
What's he about, I wonder?' murmured the lawyer, standing on tiptoe,
and endeavouring to obtain a glimpse of what was passing inside,
which at that distance was impossible - 'drinking, I suppose, - making
himself more fiery and furious, and heating his malice and
mischievousness till they boil. I'm always afraid to come here by
myself, when his account's a pretty large one. I don't believe he'd mind
throttling me, and dropping me softly into the river when the tide was
at its strongest, any more than he'd mind killing a rat - indeed I don't
know whether he wouldn't consider it a pleasant joke. Hark! Now he's
singing!'
Mr Quilp was certainly entertaining himself with vocal exercise, but it
was rather a kind of chant than a song; being a monotonous
repetition of one sentence in a very rapid manner, with a long stress
upon the last word, which he swelled into a dismal roar. Nor did the
burden of this performance bear any reference to love, or war, or wine,
or loyalty, or any other, the standard topics of song, but to a subject
not often set to music or generally known in ballads; the words being
these: - 'The worthy magistrate, after remarking that the prisoner
would find some difficulty in persuading a jury to believe his tale,
committed him to take his trial at the approaching sessions; and
directed the customary recognisances to be entered into for the pros-
e-cu-tion.'
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