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He
walked
up
one
street
,
and
down
another
,
until
exercise
had
abated
the
first
passion
of
his
grief
;
and
then
the
revulsion
of
feeling
made
him
thirsty
.
He
passed
a
great
many
public-houses
;
but
,
at
length
paused
before
one
in
a
by-way
,
whose
parlour
,
as
he
gathered
from
a
hasty
peep
over
the
blinds
,
was
deserted
,
save
by
one
solitary
customer
.
It
began
to
rain
,
heavily
,
at
the
moment
.
This
determined
him
.
Mr.
Bumble
stepped
in
;
and
ordering
something
to
drink
,
as
he
passed
the
bar
,
entered
the
apartment
into
which
he
had
looked
from
the
street
.
The
man
who
was
seated
there
,
was
tall
and
dark
,
and
wore
a
large
cloak
.
He
had
the
air
of
a
stranger
;
and
seemed
,
by
a
certain
haggardness
in
his
look
,
as
well
as
by
the
dusty
soils
on
his
dress
,
to
have
travelled
some
distance
.
He
eyed
Bumble
askance
,
as
he
entered
,
but
scarcely
deigned
to
nod
his
head
in
acknowledgment
of
his
salutation
.
Mr.
Bumble
had
quite
dignity
enough
for
two
;
supposing
even
that
the
stranger
had
been
more
familiar
:
so
he
drank
his
gin-and-water
in
silence
,
and
read
the
paper
with
great
show
of
pomp
and
circumstance
.
It
so
happened
,
however
:
as
it
will
happen
very
often
,
when
men
fall
into
company
under
such
circumstances
:
that
Mr.
Bumble
felt
,
every
now
and
then
,
a
powerful
inducement
,
which
he
could
not
resist
,
to
steal
a
look
at
the
stranger
:
and
that
whenever
he
did
so
,
he
withdrew
his
eyes
,
in
some
confusion
,
to
find
that
the
stranger
was
at
that
moment
stealing
a
look
at
him
.
Mr.
Bumble
's
awkwardness
was
enhanced
by
the
very
remarkable
expression
of
the
stranger
's
eye
,
which
was
keen
and
bright
,
but
shadowed
by
a
scowl
of
distrust
and
suspicion
,
unlike
anything
he
had
ever
observed
before
,
and
repulsive
to
behold
.
When
they
had
encountered
each
other
's
glance
several
times
in
this
way
,
the
stranger
,
in
a
harsh
,
deep
voice
,
broke
silence
.
'
Were
you
looking
for
me
,
'
he
said
,
'
when
you
peered
in
at
the
window
?
'
'
Not
that
I
am
aware
of
,
unless
you
're
Mr.
--
'
Here
Mr.
Bumble
stopped
short
;
for
he
was
curious
to
know
the
stranger
's
name
,
and
thought
in
his
impatience
,
he
might
supply
the
blank
.
'
I
see
you
were
not
,
'
said
the
stranger
;
and
expression
of
quiet
sarcasm
playing
about
his
mouth
;
'
or
you
have
known
my
name
.
You
do
n't
know
it
.
I
would
recommend
you
not
to
ask
for
it
.
'
'
I
meant
no
harm
,
young
man
,
'
observed
Mr.
Bumble
,
majestically
.
