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Oh
,
oh
,
oh
!
too
late
!
’
Poor
little
Mowcher
turned
so
chilly
after
all
her
crying
and
fretting
,
that
she
turned
round
on
the
fender
,
putting
her
poor
little
wet
feet
in
among
the
ashes
to
warm
them
,
and
sat
looking
at
the
fire
,
like
a
large
doll
.
I
sat
in
a
chair
on
the
other
side
of
the
hearth
,
lost
in
unhappy
reflections
,
and
looking
at
the
fire
too
,
and
sometimes
at
her
.
‘
I
must
go
,
’
she
said
at
last
,
rising
as
she
spoke
.
‘
It
’
s
late
.
You
don
’
t
mistrust
me
?
’
Meeting
her
sharp
glance
,
which
was
as
sharp
as
ever
when
she
asked
me
,
I
could
not
on
that
short
challenge
answer
no
,
quite
frankly
.
‘
Come
!
’
said
she
,
accepting
the
offer
of
my
hand
to
help
her
over
the
fender
,
and
looking
wistfully
up
into
my
face
,
‘
you
know
you
wouldn
’
t
mistrust
me
,
if
I
was
a
full
-
sized
woman
!
’
I
felt
that
there
was
much
truth
in
this
;
and
I
felt
rather
ashamed
of
myself
.
‘
You
are
a
young
man
,
’
she
said
,
nodding
.
‘
Take
a
word
of
advice
,
even
from
three
foot
nothing
.
Try
not
to
associate
bodily
defects
with
mental
,
my
good
friend
,
except
for
a
solid
reason
.
’
She
had
got
over
the
fender
now
,
and
I
had
got
over
my
suspicion
.
I
told
her
that
I
believed
she
had
given
me
a
faithful
account
of
herself
,
and
that
we
had
both
been
hapless
instruments
in
designing
hands
.
She
thanked
me
,
and
said
I
was
a
good
fellow
.
‘
Now
,
mind
!
’
she
exclaimed
,
turning
back
on
her
way
to
the
door
,
and
looking
shrewdly
at
me
,
with
her
forefinger
up
again
.
-
‘
I
have
some
reason
to
suspect
,
from
what
I
have
heard
—
my
ears
are
always
open
;
I
can
’
t
afford
to
spare
what
powers
I
have
—
that
they
are
gone
abroad
.
But
if
ever
they
return
,
if
ever
any
one
of
them
returns
,
while
I
am
alive
,
I
am
more
likely
than
another
,
going
about
as
I
do
,
to
find
it
out
soon
.
Whatever
I
know
,
you
shall
know
.
If
ever
I
can
do
anything
to
serve
the
poor
betrayed
girl
,
I
will
do
it
faithfully
,
please
Heaven
!
And
Littimer
had
better
have
a
bloodhound
at
his
back
,
than
little
Mowcher
!
’
I
placed
implicit
faith
in
this
last
statement
,
when
I
marked
the
look
with
which
it
was
accompanied
.
