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He
then
called
down
a
little
break
-
neck
range
of
steps
behind
a
door
:
‘
Bring
up
that
tea
and
bread
-
and
-
butter
!
’
which
,
after
some
time
,
during
which
I
sat
looking
about
me
and
thinking
,
and
listening
to
the
stitching
in
the
room
and
the
tune
that
was
being
hammered
across
the
yard
,
appeared
on
a
tray
,
and
turned
out
to
be
for
me
.
‘
I
have
been
acquainted
with
you
,
’
said
Mr
.
Omer
,
after
watching
me
for
some
minutes
,
during
which
I
had
not
made
much
impression
on
the
breakfast
,
for
the
black
things
destroyed
my
appetite
,
‘
I
have
been
acquainted
with
you
a
long
time
,
my
young
friend
.
’
‘
Have
you
,
sir
?
’
‘
All
your
life
,
’
said
Mr
.
Omer
.
‘
I
may
say
before
it
.
I
knew
your
father
before
you
.
He
was
five
foot
nine
and
a
half
,
and
he
lays
in
five
-
and
-
twen
-
ty
foot
of
ground
.
’
‘
RAT
—
tat
-
tat
,
RAT
—
tat
-
tat
,
RAT
—
tat
-
tat
,
’
across
the
yard
.
‘
He
lays
in
five
and
twen
-
ty
foot
of
ground
,
if
he
lays
in
a
fraction
,
’
said
Mr
.
Omer
,
pleasantly
.
‘
It
was
either
his
request
or
her
direction
,
I
forget
which
.
’
‘
Do
you
know
how
my
little
brother
is
,
sir
?
’
I
inquired
.
Mr
.
Omer
shook
his
head
.
‘
RAT
—
tat
-
tat
,
RAT
—
tat
-
tat
,
RAT
—
tat
-
tat
.
’
