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‘
It
does
seem
a
good
deal
,
’
I
answered
with
a
smile
.
For
it
was
quite
delightful
to
me
,
to
find
him
so
pleasant
.
He
was
a
twinkling
-
eyed
,
pimple
-
faced
man
,
with
his
hair
standing
upright
all
over
his
head
;
and
as
he
stood
with
one
arm
a
-
kimbo
,
holding
up
the
glass
to
the
light
with
the
other
hand
,
he
looked
quite
friendly
.
‘
There
was
a
gentleman
here
,
yesterday
,
’
he
said
—
‘
a
stout
gentleman
,
by
the
name
of
Topsawyer
—
perhaps
you
know
him
?
’
‘
No
,
’
I
said
,
‘
I
don
’
t
think
—
—
’
‘
In
breeches
and
gaiters
,
broad
-
brimmed
hat
,
grey
coat
,
speckled
choker
,
’
said
the
waiter
.
‘
No
,
’
I
said
bashfully
,
‘
I
haven
’
t
the
pleasure
—
—
’
‘
He
came
in
here
,
’
said
the
waiter
,
looking
at
the
light
through
the
tumbler
,
‘
ordered
a
glass
of
this
ale
—
WOULD
order
it
—
I
told
him
not
—
drank
it
,
and
fell
dead
.
It
was
too
old
for
him
.
It
oughtn
’
t
to
be
drawn
;
that
’
s
the
fact
.
’
I
was
very
much
shocked
to
hear
of
this
melancholy
accident
,
and
said
I
thought
I
had
better
have
some
water
.
‘
Why
you
see
,
’
said
the
waiter
,
still
looking
at
the
light
through
the
tumbler
,
with
one
of
his
eyes
shut
up
,
‘
our
people
don
’
t
like
things
being
ordered
and
left
.
It
offends
‘
em
.
But
I
’
ll
drink
it
,
if
you
like
.
I
’
m
used
to
it
,
and
use
is
everything
.
I
don
’
t
think
it
’
ll
hurt
me
,
if
I
throw
my
head
back
,
and
take
it
off
quick
.
Shall
I
?
’
I
replied
that
he
would
much
oblige
me
by
drinking
it
,
if
he
thought
he
could
do
it
safely
,
but
by
no
means
otherwise
.
When
he
did
throw
his
head
back
,
and
take
it
off
quick
,
I
had
a
horrible
fear
,
I
confess
,
of
seeing
him
meet
the
fate
of
the
lamented
Mr
.
Topsawyer
,
and
fall
lifeless
on
the
carpet
.
But
it
didn
’
t
hurt
him
.
On
the
contrary
,
I
thought
he
seemed
the
fresher
for
it
.
‘
What
have
we
got
here
?
’
he
said
,
putting
a
fork
into
my
dish
.
‘
Not
chops
?
’
