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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 . Sleep hung upon the eyelids of the child so long , that , when she awoke , Mrs Jarley was already decorated with her large bonnet , and actively engaged in preparing breakfast . She received Nell 's apology for being so late with perfect good humour , and said that she should not have roused her if she had slept on until noon . ` Because it does you good , ' said the lady of the caravan , ` when you 're tired , to sleep as long as ever you can , and get the fatigue quite off ; and that 's another blessing of your time of life -- you can sleep so very sound . ' ` Have you had a bad night , ma'am ? ' asked Nell .