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There
was
more
laughter
at
this
,
and
Mr
.
Quinion
said
he
would
ring
the
bell
for
some
sherry
in
which
to
drink
to
Brooks
.
This
he
did
;
and
when
the
wine
came
,
he
made
me
have
a
little
,
with
a
biscuit
,
and
,
before
I
drank
it
,
stand
up
and
say
,
‘
Confusion
to
Brooks
of
Sheffield
!
’
The
toast
was
received
with
great
applause
,
and
such
hearty
laughter
that
it
made
me
laugh
too
;
at
which
they
laughed
the
more
.
In
short
,
we
quite
enjoyed
ourselves
.
We
walked
about
on
the
cliff
after
that
,
and
sat
on
the
grass
,
and
looked
at
things
through
a
telescope
—
I
could
make
out
nothing
myself
when
it
was
put
to
my
eye
,
but
I
pretended
I
could
—
and
then
we
came
back
to
the
hotel
to
an
early
dinner
.
All
the
time
we
were
out
,
the
two
gentlemen
smoked
incessantly
—
which
,
I
thought
,
if
I
might
judge
from
the
smell
of
their
rough
coats
,
they
must
have
been
doing
,
ever
since
the
coats
had
first
come
home
from
the
tailor
’
s
.
I
must
not
forget
that
we
went
on
board
the
yacht
,
where
they
all
three
descended
into
the
cabin
,
and
were
busy
with
some
papers
.
I
saw
them
quite
hard
at
work
,
when
I
looked
down
through
the
open
skylight
.
They
left
me
,
during
this
time
,
with
a
very
nice
man
with
a
very
large
head
of
red
hair
and
a
very
small
shiny
hat
upon
it
,
who
had
got
a
cross
-
barred
shirt
or
waistcoat
on
,
with
‘
Skylark
’
in
capital
letters
across
the
chest
.
I
thought
it
was
his
name
;
and
that
as
he
lived
on
board
ship
and
hadn
’
t
a
street
door
to
put
his
name
on
,
he
put
it
there
instead
;
but
when
I
called
him
Mr
.
Skylark
,
he
said
it
meant
the
vessel
.
I
observed
all
day
that
Mr
.
Murdstone
was
graver
and
steadier
than
the
two
gentlemen
.
They
were
very
gay
and
careless
.
They
joked
freely
with
one
another
,
but
seldom
with
him
.
It
appeared
to
me
that
he
was
more
clever
and
cold
than
they
were
,
and
that
they
regarded
him
with
something
of
my
own
feeling
.
I
remarked
that
,
once
or
twice
when
Mr
.
Quinion
was
talking
,
he
looked
at
Mr
.
Murdstone
sideways
,
as
if
to
make
sure
of
his
not
being
displeased
;
and
that
once
when
Mr
.
Passnidge
(
the
other
gentleman
)
was
in
high
spirits
,
he
trod
upon
his
foot
,
and
gave
him
a
secret
caution
with
his
eyes
,
to
observe
Mr
.
Murdstone
,
who
was
sitting
stern
and
silent
.
Nor
do
I
recollect
that
Mr
.
Murdstone
laughed
at
all
that
day
,
except
at
the
Sheffield
joke
—
and
that
,
by
the
by
,
was
his
own
.
We
went
home
early
in
the
evening
.
It
was
a
very
fine
evening
,
and
my
mother
and
he
had
another
stroll
by
the
sweetbriar
,
while
I
was
sent
in
to
get
my
tea
.
When
he
was
gone
,
my
mother
asked
me
all
about
the
day
I
had
had
,
and
what
they
had
said
and
done
.
I
mentioned
what
they
had
said
about
her
,
and
she
laughed
,
and
told
me
they
were
impudent
fellows
who
talked
nonsense
—
but
I
knew
it
pleased
her
.
I
knew
it
quite
as
well
as
I
know
it
now
.
I
took
the
opportunity
of
asking
if
she
was
at
all
acquainted
with
Mr
.
Brooks
of
Sheffield
,
but
she
answered
No
,
only
she
supposed
he
must
be
a
manufacturer
in
the
knife
and
fork
way
.
Can
I
say
of
her
face
—
altered
as
I
have
reason
to
remember
it
,
perished
as
I
know
it
is
—
that
it
is
gone
,
when
here
it
comes
before
me
at
this
instant
,
as
distinct
as
any
face
that
I
may
choose
to
look
on
in
a
crowded
street
?
Can
I
say
of
her
innocent
and
girlish
beauty
,
that
it
faded
,
and
was
no
more
,
when
its
breath
falls
on
my
cheek
now
,
as
it
fell
that
night
?
Can
I
say
she
ever
changed
,
when
my
remembrance
brings
her
back
to
life
,
thus
only
;
and
,
truer
to
its
loving
youth
than
I
have
been
,
or
man
ever
is
,
still
holds
fast
what
it
cherished
then
?
I
write
of
her
just
as
she
was
when
I
had
gone
to
bed
after
this
talk
,
and
she
came
to
bid
me
good
night
.
She
kneeled
down
playfully
by
the
side
of
the
bed
,
and
laying
her
chin
upon
her
hands
,
and
laughing
,
said
:
‘
What
was
it
they
said
,
Davy
?
Tell
me
again
.
I
can
’
t
believe
it
.
’
‘
“
Bewitching
—
”
’
I
began
.
My
mother
put
her
hands
upon
my
lips
to
stop
me
.
