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‘
He
was
a
beggar
,
perhaps
.
’
Mr
.
Dick
shook
his
head
,
as
utterly
renouncing
the
suggestion
;
and
having
replied
a
great
many
times
,
and
with
great
confidence
,
‘
No
beggar
,
no
beggar
,
no
beggar
,
sir
!
’
went
on
to
say
,
that
from
his
window
he
had
afterwards
,
and
late
at
night
,
seen
my
aunt
give
this
person
money
outside
the
garden
rails
in
the
moonlight
,
who
then
slunk
away
—
into
the
ground
again
,
as
he
thought
probable
—
and
was
seen
no
more
:
while
my
aunt
came
hurriedly
and
secretly
back
into
the
house
,
and
had
,
even
that
morning
,
been
quite
different
from
her
usual
self
;
which
preyed
on
Mr
.
Dick
’
s
mind
.
I
had
not
the
least
belief
,
in
the
outset
of
this
story
,
that
the
unknown
was
anything
but
a
delusion
of
Mr
.
Dick
’
s
,
and
one
of
the
line
of
that
ill
-
fated
Prince
who
occasioned
him
so
much
difficulty
;
but
after
some
reflection
I
began
to
entertain
the
question
whether
an
attempt
,
or
threat
of
an
attempt
,
might
have
been
twice
made
to
take
poor
Mr
.
Dick
himself
from
under
my
aunt
’
s
protection
,
and
whether
my
aunt
,
the
strength
of
whose
kind
feeling
towards
him
I
knew
from
herself
,
might
have
been
induced
to
pay
a
price
for
his
peace
and
quiet
.
As
I
was
already
much
attached
to
Mr
.
Dick
,
and
very
solicitous
for
his
welfare
,
my
fears
favoured
this
supposition
;
and
for
a
long
time
his
Wednesday
hardly
ever
came
round
,
without
my
entertaining
a
misgiving
that
he
would
not
be
on
the
coach
-
box
as
usual
.
There
he
always
appeared
,
however
,
grey
-
headed
,
laughing
,
and
happy
;
and
he
never
had
anything
more
to
tell
of
the
man
who
could
frighten
my
aunt
.
These
Wednesdays
were
the
happiest
days
of
Mr
.
Dick
’
s
life
;
they
were
far
from
being
the
least
happy
of
mine
.
He
soon
became
known
to
every
boy
in
the
school
;
and
though
he
never
took
an
active
part
in
any
game
but
kite
-
flying
,
was
as
deeply
interested
in
all
our
sports
as
anyone
among
us
.
How
often
have
I
seen
him
,
intent
upon
a
match
at
marbles
or
pegtop
,
looking
on
with
a
face
of
unutterable
interest
,
and
hardly
breathing
at
the
critical
times
!
How
often
,
at
hare
and
hounds
,
have
I
seen
him
mounted
on
a
little
knoll
,
cheering
the
whole
field
on
to
action
,
and
waving
his
hat
above
his
grey
head
,
oblivious
of
King
Charles
the
Martyr
’
s
head
,
and
all
belonging
to
it
!
How
many
a
summer
hour
have
I
known
to
be
but
blissful
minutes
to
him
in
the
cricket
-
field
!
How
many
winter
days
have
I
seen
him
,
standing
blue
-
nosed
,
in
the
snow
and
east
wind
,
looking
at
the
boys
going
down
the
long
slide
,
and
clapping
his
worsted
gloves
in
rapture
!
He
was
an
universal
favourite
,
and
his
ingenuity
in
little
things
was
transcendent
.
He
could
cut
oranges
into
such
devices
as
none
of
us
had
an
idea
of
.
He
could
make
a
boat
out
of
anything
,
from
a
skewer
upwards
.
He
could
turn
cramp
-
bones
into
chessmen
;
fashion
Roman
chariots
from
old
court
cards
;
make
spoked
wheels
out
of
cotton
reels
,
and
bird
-
cages
of
old
wire
.
But
he
was
greatest
of
all
,
perhaps
,
in
the
articles
of
string
and
straw
;
with
which
we
were
all
persuaded
he
could
do
anything
that
could
be
done
by
hands
.
Mr
.
Dick
’
s
renown
was
not
long
confined
to
us
.
After
a
few
Wednesdays
,
Doctor
Strong
himself
made
some
inquiries
of
me
about
him
,
and
I
told
him
all
my
aunt
had
told
me
;
which
interested
the
Doctor
so
much
that
he
requested
,
on
the
occasion
of
his
next
visit
,
to
be
presented
to
him
.
This
ceremony
I
performed
;
and
the
Doctor
begging
Mr
.
Dick
,
whensoever
he
should
not
find
me
at
the
coach
office
,
to
come
on
there
,
and
rest
himself
until
our
morning
’
s
work
was
over
,
it
soon
passed
into
a
custom
for
Mr
.
Dick
to
come
on
as
a
matter
of
course
,
and
,
if
we
were
a
little
late
,
as
often
happened
on
a
Wednesday
,
to
walk
about
the
courtyard
,
waiting
for
me
.
Here
he
made
the
acquaintance
of
the
Doctor
’
s
beautiful
young
wife
(
paler
than
formerly
,
all
this
time
;
more
rarely
seen
by
me
or
anyone
,
I
think
;
and
not
so
gay
,
but
not
less
beautiful
)
,
and
so
became
more
and
more
familiar
by
degrees
,
until
,
at
last
,
he
would
come
into
the
school
and
wait
.
He
always
sat
in
a
particular
corner
,
on
a
particular
stool
,
which
was
called
‘
Dick
’
,
after
him
;
here
he
would
sit
,
with
his
grey
head
bent
forward
,
attentively
listening
to
whatever
might
be
going
on
,
with
a
profound
veneration
for
the
learning
he
had
never
been
able
to
acquire
.
This
veneration
Mr
.
Dick
extended
to
the
Doctor
,
whom
he
thought
the
most
subtle
and
accomplished
philosopher
of
any
age
.
It
was
long
before
Mr
.
Dick
ever
spoke
to
him
otherwise
than
bareheaded
;
and
even
when
he
and
the
Doctor
had
struck
up
quite
a
friendship
,
and
would
walk
together
by
the
hour
,
on
that
side
of
the
courtyard
which
was
known
among
us
as
The
Doctor
’
s
Walk
,
Mr
.
Dick
would
pull
off
his
hat
at
intervals
to
show
his
respect
for
wisdom
and
knowledge
.
How
it
ever
came
about
that
the
Doctor
began
to
read
out
scraps
of
the
famous
Dictionary
,
in
these
walks
,
I
never
knew
;
perhaps
he
felt
it
all
the
same
,
at
first
,
as
reading
to
himself
.
However
,
it
passed
into
a
custom
too
;
and
Mr
.
Dick
,
listening
with
a
face
shining
with
pride
and
pleasure
,
in
his
heart
of
hearts
believed
the
Dictionary
to
be
the
most
delightful
book
in
the
world
.
