Notwithstanding these protections, she could get none but broken sleep by fits and starts all night, for
fear of Quilp, who throughout her uneasy dreams was somehow connected with the wax-work, or was
wax-work himself, or was Mrs Jarley and wax-work too, or was himself, Mrs Jarley, wax-work, and a
barrel organ all in one, and yet not exactly any of them either. At length, towards break of day, that deep
sleep came upon her which succeeds to weariness and over-watching, and which has no consciousness
but one of overpowering and irresistible enjoyment.