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With
those
words
the
Impostor
shook
them
both
by
the
hand
,
with
an
air
,
and
left
the
house
;
leaving
me
much
more
astonished
than
delighted
by
the
virtues
of
that
same
indefinite
"
it
.
"
"
I
was
not
long
after
him
in
leaving
the
house
too
,
and
when
I
went
down
the
High
Street
I
saw
him
holding
forth
(
no
doubt
to
the
same
effect
)
at
his
shop
door
to
a
select
group
,
who
honored
me
with
very
unfavorable
glances
as
I
passed
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
way
.
But
,
it
was
only
the
pleasanter
to
turn
to
Biddy
and
to
Joe
,
whose
great
forbearance
shone
more
brightly
than
before
,
if
that
could
be
,
contrasted
with
this
brazen
pretender
.
I
went
towards
them
slowly
,
for
my
limbs
were
weak
,
but
with
a
sense
of
increasing
relief
as
I
drew
nearer
to
them
,
and
a
sense
of
leaving
arrogance
and
untruthfulness
further
and
further
behind
.
The
June
weather
was
delicious
.
The
sky
was
blue
,
the
larks
were
soaring
high
over
the
green
corn
,
I
thought
all
that
countryside
more
beautiful
and
peaceful
by
far
than
I
had
ever
known
it
to
be
yet
.
Many
pleasant
pictures
of
the
life
that
I
would
lead
there
,
and
of
the
change
for
the
better
that
would
come
over
my
character
when
I
had
a
guiding
spirit
at
my
side
whose
simple
faith
and
clear
home
wisdom
I
had
proved
,
beguiled
my
way
.
They
awakened
a
tender
emotion
in
me
;
for
my
heart
was
softened
by
my
return
,
and
such
a
change
had
come
to
pass
,
that
I
felt
like
one
who
was
toiling
home
barefoot
from
distant
travel
,
and
whose
wanderings
had
lasted
many
years
.
The
schoolhouse
where
Biddy
was
mistress
I
had
never
seen
;
but
,
the
little
roundabout
lane
by
which
I
entered
the
village
,
for
quietness
’
sake
,
took
me
past
it
.
I
was
disappointed
to
find
that
the
day
was
a
holiday
;
no
children
were
there
,
and
Biddy
’
s
house
was
closed
.
Some
hopeful
notion
of
seeing
her
,
busily
engaged
in
her
daily
duties
,
before
she
saw
me
,
had
been
in
my
mind
and
was
defeated
.
But
the
forge
was
a
very
short
distance
off
,
and
I
went
towards
it
under
the
sweet
green
limes
,
listening
for
the
clink
of
Joe
’
s
hammer
.
Long
after
I
ought
to
have
heard
it
,
and
long
after
I
had
fancied
I
heard
it
and
found
it
but
a
fancy
,
all
was
still
.
The
limes
were
there
,
and
the
white
thorns
were
there
,
and
the
chestnut
-
trees
were
there
,
and
their
leaves
rustled
harmoniously
when
I
stopped
to
listen
;
but
,
the
clink
of
Joe
’
s
hammer
was
not
in
the
midsummer
wind
.
Almost
fearing
,
without
knowing
why
,
to
come
in
view
of
the
forge
,
I
saw
it
at
last
,
and
saw
that
it
was
closed
.
No
gleam
of
fire
,
no
glittering
shower
of
sparks
,
no
roar
of
bellows
;
all
shut
up
,
and
still
.
But
the
house
was
not
deserted
,
and
the
best
parlor
seemed
to
be
in
use
,
for
there
were
white
curtains
fluttering
in
its
window
,
and
the
window
was
open
and
gay
with
flowers
.
I
went
softly
towards
it
,
meaning
to
peep
over
the
flowers
,
when
Joe
and
Biddy
stood
before
me
,
arm
in
arm
.
At
first
Biddy
gave
a
cry
,
as
if
she
thought
it
was
my
apparition
,
but
in
another
moment
she
was
in
my
embrace
.
I
wept
to
see
her
,
and
she
wept
to
see
me
;
I
,
because
she
looked
so
fresh
and
pleasant
;
she
,
because
I
looked
so
worn
and
white
.
"
But
dear
Biddy
,
how
smart
you
are
!
"
"
Yes
,
dear
Pip
.
"
