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‘
What
is
he
a
dealer
in
,
Tip
?
’
‘
Horses
.
All
right
!
I
shall
do
now
,
Amy
.
’
She
lost
sight
of
him
for
months
afterwards
,
and
only
heard
from
him
once
.
A
whisper
passed
among
the
elder
collegians
that
he
had
been
seen
at
a
mock
auction
in
Moorfields
,
pretending
to
buy
plated
articles
for
massive
silver
,
and
paying
for
them
with
the
greatest
liberality
in
bank
notes
;
but
it
never
reached
her
ears
.
One
evening
she
was
alone
at
work
—
standing
up
at
the
window
,
to
save
the
twilight
lingering
above
the
wall
—
when
he
opened
the
door
and
walked
in
.
She
kissed
and
welcomed
him
;
but
was
afraid
to
ask
him
any
questions
.
He
saw
how
anxious
and
timid
she
was
,
and
appeared
sorry
.
‘
I
am
afraid
,
Amy
,
you
’
ll
be
vexed
this
time
.
Upon
my
life
I
am
!
’
‘
I
am
very
sorry
to
hear
you
say
so
,
Tip
.
Have
you
come
back
?
’
‘
Why
—
yes
.
’
‘
Not
expecting
this
time
that
what
you
had
found
would
answer
very
well
,
I
am
less
surprised
and
sorry
than
I
might
have
been
,
Tip
.
’
‘
Ah
!
But
that
’
s
not
the
worst
of
it
.
’
‘
Not
the
worst
of
it
?
’
