I MUST win.

I only want a little help once more, a few pounds, but two score pounds, dear Quilp.' 'The last advance was seventy,' said the dwarf; 'and it went in one night.' 'I know it did,' answered the old man, 'but that was the very worst fortune of all, and the time had not come then.

Quilp, consider, consider,' the old man cried, trembling so much the while, that the papers in his hand fluttered as if they were shaken by the wind, 'that orphan child! If I were alone, I could die with gladness--perhaps even anticipate that doom which is dealt out so unequally: coming, as it does, on the proud and happy in their strength, and shunning the needy and afflicted, and all who court it in their despair--but what I have done, has been for her.

Help me for her sake I implore you; not for mine; for hers!' 'I'm sorry I've got an appointment in the city,' said Quilp, looking at his watch with perfect self-possession, 'or I should have been very glad to have spent half an hour with you while you composed yourself, very glad.' 'Nay, Quilp, good Quilp,' gasped the old man, catching at his skirts, 'you and I have talked together, more than once, of her poor mother's story.

The fear of her coming to poverty has perhaps been bred in me by that.