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‘
Sure
I
do
!
’
said
he
.
‘
What
do
you
suppose
he
meant
?
’
‘
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
’
he
replied
,
‘
I
’
ve
put
the
question
to
myself
a
mort
o
’
times
,
and
never
found
no
answer
.
And
theer
’
s
one
curious
thing
-
that
,
though
he
is
so
pleasant
,
I
wouldn
’
t
fare
to
feel
comfortable
to
try
and
get
his
mind
upon
‘
t
.
He
never
said
a
wured
to
me
as
warn
’
t
as
dootiful
as
dootiful
could
be
,
and
it
ain
’
t
likely
as
he
’
d
begin
to
speak
any
other
ways
now
;
but
it
’
s
fur
from
being
fleet
water
in
his
mind
,
where
them
thowts
lays
.
It
’
s
deep
,
sir
,
and
I
can
’
t
see
down
.
’
‘
You
are
right
,
’
said
I
,
‘
and
that
has
sometimes
made
me
anxious
.
’
‘
And
me
too
,
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
’
he
rejoined
.
‘
Even
more
so
,
I
do
assure
you
,
than
his
ventersome
ways
,
though
both
belongs
to
the
alteration
in
him
.
I
doen
’
t
know
as
he
’
d
do
violence
under
any
circumstances
,
but
I
hope
as
them
two
may
be
kep
asunders
.
’
We
had
come
,
through
Temple
Bar
,
into
the
city
.
Conversing
no
more
now
,
and
walking
at
my
side
,
he
yielded
himself
up
to
the
one
aim
of
his
devoted
life
,
and
went
on
,
with
that
hushed
concentration
of
his
faculties
which
would
have
made
his
figure
solitary
in
a
multitude
.
We
were
not
far
from
Blackfriars
Bridge
,
when
he
turned
his
head
and
pointed
to
a
solitary
female
figure
flitting
along
the
opposite
side
of
the
street
.
I
knew
it
,
readily
,
to
be
the
figure
that
we
sought
.
We
crossed
the
road
,
and
were
pressing
on
towards
her
,
when
it
occurred
to
me
that
she
might
be
more
disposed
to
feel
a
woman
’
s
interest
in
the
lost
girl
,
if
we
spoke
to
her
in
a
quieter
place
,
aloof
from
the
crowd
,
and
where
we
should
be
less
observed
.
I
advised
my
companion
,
therefore
,
that
we
should
not
address
her
yet
,
but
follow
her
;
consulting
in
this
,
likewise
,
an
indistinct
desire
I
had
,
to
know
where
she
went
.
He
acquiescing
,
we
followed
at
a
distance
:
never
losing
sight
of
her
,
but
never
caring
to
come
very
near
,
as
she
frequently
looked
about
.
Once
,
she
stopped
to
listen
to
a
band
of
music
;
and
then
we
stopped
too
She
went
on
a
long
way
.
Still
we
went
on
.
It
was
evident
,
from
the
manner
in
which
she
held
her
course
,
that
she
was
going
to
some
fixed
destination
;
and
this
,
and
her
keeping
in
the
busy
streets
,
and
I
suppose
the
strange
fascination
in
the
secrecy
and
mystery
of
so
following
anyone
,
made
me
adhere
to
my
first
purpose
.
At
length
she
turned
into
a
dull
,
dark
street
,
where
the
noise
and
crowd
were
lost
;
and
I
said
,
‘
We
may
speak
to
her
now
’
;
and
,
mending
our
pace
,
we
went
after
her
.
