The Old Curiosity Shop


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same house it is darker and much more gloomy than it used to be,  
indeed!'  
She paused here, but though the door creaked more than once, Mrs  
Quilp said nothing.  
'
Mind you don't suppose,' said the child earnestly, 'that grandfather is  
less kind to me than he was. I think he loves me better every day, and  
is kinder and more afectionate than he was the day before. You do not  
know how fond he is of me!'  
'I am sure he loves you dearly,' said Mrs Quilp.  
'
Indeed, indeed he does!' cried Nell, 'as dearly as I love him. But I have  
not told you the greatest change of all, and this you must never  
breathe again to any one. He has no sleep or rest, but that which he  
takes by day in his easy chair; for every night and neary all night long  
he is away from home.'  
'
Nelly!'  
'
'
Hush!' said the child, laying her finger on her lip and looking round.  
When he comes home in the morning, which is generally just before  
day, I let him in. Last night he was very late, and it was quite light. I  
saw that his face was deadly pale, that his eyes were bloodshot, and  
that his legs trembled as he walked. When I had gone to bed again, I  
heard him groan. I got up and ran back to him, and heard him say,  
before he knew that I was there, that he could not bear his life much  
longer, and if it was not for the child, would wish to die. What shall I  
do! Oh! What shall I do!'  
The fountains of her heart were opened; the child, overpowered by the  
weight of her sorrows and anxieties, by the first confidence she had  
ever shown, and the sympathy with which her little tale had been  
received, hid her face in the arms of her helpless friend, and burst  
into a passion of tears.  
In a few minutes Mr Quilp returned, and expressed the utmost  
surprise to find her in this condtiion, which he did very naturally and  
with admirable effect, for that kind of acting had been rendered  
familiar to him by long practice, and he was quite at home in it.  
'She's tired you see, Mrs Quilp,' said the dwarf, squinting in a hideous  
manner to imply that his wife was to follow his lead. 'It's a long way  
from her home to the wharf, and then she was alrmed to see a couple  
of young scoundrels fighting, and was timorous on the water besides.  
All this together has been too much for her. Poor Nell!'  


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