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‘
If
you
please
,
sir
,
’
I
said
,
when
we
had
accomplished
about
the
same
distance
as
before
,
‘
is
it
far
?
’
‘
It
’
s
down
by
Blackheath
,
’
he
said
.
‘
Is
that
far
,
sir
?
’
I
diffidently
asked
.
‘
It
’
s
a
good
step
,
’
he
said
.
‘
We
shall
go
by
the
stage
-
coach
.
It
’
s
about
six
miles
.
’
I
was
so
faint
and
tired
,
that
the
idea
of
holding
out
for
six
miles
more
,
was
too
much
for
me
.
I
took
heart
to
tell
him
that
I
had
had
nothing
all
night
,
and
that
if
he
would
allow
me
to
buy
something
to
eat
,
I
should
be
very
much
obliged
to
him
.
He
appeared
surprised
at
this
—
I
see
him
stop
and
look
at
me
now
—
and
after
considering
for
a
few
moments
,
said
he
wanted
to
call
on
an
old
person
who
lived
not
far
off
,
and
that
the
best
way
would
be
for
me
to
buy
some
bread
,
or
whatever
I
liked
best
that
was
wholesome
,
and
make
my
breakfast
at
her
house
,
where
we
could
get
some
milk
.
Accordingly
we
looked
in
at
a
baker
’
s
window
,
and
after
I
had
made
a
series
of
proposals
to
buy
everything
that
was
bilious
in
the
shop
,
and
he
had
rejected
them
one
by
one
,
we
decided
in
favour
of
a
nice
little
loaf
of
brown
bread
,
which
cost
me
threepence
.
Then
,
at
a
grocer
’
s
shop
,
we
bought
an
egg
and
a
slice
of
streaky
bacon
;
which
still
left
what
I
thought
a
good
deal
of
change
,
out
of
the
second
of
the
bright
shillings
,
and
made
me
consider
London
a
very
cheap
place
.
These
provisions
laid
in
,
we
went
on
through
a
great
noise
and
uproar
that
confused
my
weary
head
beyond
description
,
and
over
a
bridge
which
,
no
doubt
,
was
London
Bridge
(
indeed
I
think
he
told
me
so
,
but
I
was
half
asleep
)
,
until
we
came
to
the
poor
person
’
s
house
,
which
was
a
part
of
some
alms
-
houses
,
as
I
knew
by
their
look
,
and
by
an
inscription
on
a
stone
over
the
gate
which
said
they
were
established
for
twenty
-
five
poor
women
.
The
Master
at
Salem
House
lifted
the
latch
of
one
of
a
number
of
little
black
doors
that
were
all
alike
,
and
had
each
a
little
diamond
-
paned
window
on
one
side
,
and
another
little
diamond
-
paned
window
above
;
and
we
went
into
the
little
house
of
one
of
these
poor
old
women
,
who
was
blowing
a
fire
to
make
a
little
saucepan
boil
.
On
seeing
the
master
enter
,
the
old
woman
stopped
with
the
bellows
on
her
knee
,
and
said
something
that
I
thought
sounded
like
‘
My
Charley
!
’
but
on
seeing
me
come
in
too
,
she
got
up
,
and
rubbing
her
hands
made
a
confused
sort
of
half
curtsey
.
‘
Can
you
cook
this
young
gentleman
’
s
breakfast
for
him
,
if
you
please
?
’
said
the
Master
at
Salem
House
.
