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'You look ill, Mrs Jiniwin; I know you have been exciting yourself too much talking perhaps, for it is your weakness. Go to bed. Do go to bed. 'I shall go when I please, Quilp, and not before. 'But please to do now. Do please to go now, said the dwarf.
In this light it was clearly understood by the other party, who immediately replied with great approbation, 'You quite enter into my feelings, ma'am, and it's jist what I'd do myself. 'But you have no call to do it, said Mrs Jiniwin. 'Luckily for you, you have no more occasion to do it than I had. 'No woman need have, if she was true to herself, rejoined the stout lady.
Mighty glad Mr Quilp was to see them, or mightily glad he seemed to be; and fearfully polite Mr Quilp was to Mrs Quilp and Mrs jiniwin; and very sharp was the look he cast on his wife to observe how she was affected by the recognition of young Trent.
'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.
Mr Quilp accompanied this admission with such an awful wink, indicative of old rovings and backslidings, that Mrs Jiniwin was indignant, and could not forbear from remarking under her breath that he might at least put off his confessions until his wife was absent; for which act of boldness and insubordination Mr Quilp first stared her out of countenance and then drank her health ceremoniously.
'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. '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!
His linen! said Mr Brass smiling fondly at the wall, 'his linen which was always of a particular colour, for such was his whim and fancy how plain I see his linen now! 'You had better go on, sir, said Mrs Jiniwin impatiently. 'True, ma'am, true, cried Mr Brass. 'Our faculties must not freeze with grief. I'll trouble you for a little more of that, ma'am.
'And she has has a right to do as she likes, I hope, Quilp, said the old lady trembling, partly with anger and partly with a secret fear of her impish son-in-law. 'Hope she has! he replied. 'Oh! Don't you know she has? Don't you know she has, Mrs Jiniwin? 'I know she ought to have, Quilp, and would have, if she was of my way of thinking.
It fell upon a smart young fellow enough; and as he made it a preliminary condition that Mrs Jiniwin should be thenceforth an out-pensioner, they lived together after marriage with no more than the average amount of quarrelling, and led a merry life upon the dead dwarf's money.
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