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‘
I
don
’
t
know
what
news
it
is
,
or
whether
it
’
s
good
or
bad
,
’
rejoined
his
wife
.
‘
Then
she
’
s
alive
,
’
said
Quilp
,
‘
and
there
’
s
nothing
the
matter
with
her
.
Go
home
again
,
you
bird
of
evil
note
,
go
home
!
’
’
I
have
brought
a
letter
,
’
cried
the
meek
little
woman
.
‘
Toss
it
in
at
the
window
here
,
and
go
your
ways
,
’
said
Quilp
,
interrupting
her
,
‘
or
I
’
ll
come
out
and
scratch
you
.
’
‘
No
,
but
please
,
Quilp
—
do
hear
me
speak
,
’
urged
his
submissive
wife
,
in
tears
.
‘
Please
do
!
’
‘
Speak
then
,
’
growled
the
dwarf
with
a
malicious
grin
.
‘
Be
quick
and
short
about
it
.
Speak
,
will
you
?
’
‘
It
was
left
at
our
house
this
afternoon
,
’
said
Mrs
Quilp
,
trembling
,
‘
by
a
boy
who
said
he
didn
’
t
know
from
whom
it
came
,
but
that
it
was
given
to
him
to
leave
,
and
that
he
was
told
to
say
it
must
be
brought
on
to
you
directly
,
for
it
was
of
the
very
greatest
consequence
.
—
But
please
,
’
she
added
,
as
her
husband
stretched
out
his
hand
for
it
,
‘
please
let
me
in
.
You
don
’
t
know
how
wet
and
cold
I
am
,
or
how
many
times
I
have
lost
my
way
in
coming
here
through
this
thick
fog
.
Let
me
dry
myself
at
the
fire
for
five
minutes
.
I
’
ll
go
away
directly
you
tell
me
to
,
Quilp
.
Upon
my
word
I
will
.
’
Her
amiable
husband
hesitated
for
a
few
moments
;
but
,
bethinking
himself
that
the
letter
might
require
some
answer
,
of
which
she
could
be
the
bearer
,
closed
the
window
,
opened
the
door
,
and
bade
her
enter
.
Mrs
Quilp
obeyed
right
willingly
,
and
,
kneeling
down
before
the
fire
to
warm
her
hands
,
delivered
into
his
a
little
packet
.
‘
I
’
m
glad
you
’
re
wet
,
’
said
Quilp
,
snatching
it
,
and
squinting
at
her
.
‘
I
’
m
glad
you
’
re
cold
.
I
’
m
glad
you
lost
your
way
.
I
’
m
glad
your
eyes
are
red
with
crying
.
It
does
my
heart
good
to
see
your
little
nose
so
pinched
and
frosty
.
’
