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"
Halloa
!
"
said
he
,
"
young
fellow
!
"
Halloa
being
a
general
observation
which
I
had
usually
observed
to
be
best
answered
by
itself
,
I
said
,
"
Halloa
!
"
politely
omitting
young
fellow
.
"
Who
let
you
in
?
"
said
he
.
"
Miss
Estella
.
"
"
Who
gave
you
leave
to
prowl
about
?
"
"
Miss
Estella
.
"
"
Come
and
fight
,
"
said
the
pale
young
gentleman
.
What
could
I
do
but
follow
him
?
I
have
often
asked
myself
the
question
since
;
but
what
else
could
I
do
?
His
manner
was
so
final
,
and
I
was
so
astonished
,
that
I
followed
where
he
led
,
as
if
I
had
been
under
a
spell
.
"
Stop
a
minute
,
though
,
"
he
said
,
wheeling
round
before
we
had
gone
many
paces
.
"
I
ought
to
give
you
a
reason
for
fighting
,
too
.
There
it
is
!
"
In
a
most
irritating
manner
he
instantly
slapped
his
hands
against
one
another
,
daintily
flung
one
of
his
legs
up
behind
him
,
pulled
my
hair
,
slapped
his
hands
again
,
dipped
his
head
,
and
butted
it
into
my
stomach
.
The
bull
-
like
proceeding
last
mentioned
,
besides
that
it
was
unquestionably
to
be
regarded
in
the
light
of
a
liberty
,
was
particularly
disagreeable
just
after
bread
and
meat
.
I
therefore
hit
out
at
him
and
was
going
to
hit
out
again
,
when
he
said
,
"
Aha
!
Would
you
?
"
and
began
dancing
backwards
and
forwards
in
a
manner
quite
unparalleled
within
my
limited
experience
.
