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'
Near
,
I
hope
,
'
said
Charlotte
.
'
No
,
not
near
,
'
replied
Mr.
Claypole
.
'
There
!
Not
near
;
so
do
n't
think
it
.
'
'
Why
not
?
'
'
When
I
tell
yer
that
I
do
n't
mean
to
do
a
thing
,
that
's
enough
,
without
any
why
or
because
either
,
'
replied
Mr.
Claypole
with
dignity
.
'
Well
,
you
need
n't
be
so
cross
,
'
said
his
companion
.
'
A
pretty
thing
it
would
be
,
would
n't
it
to
go
and
stop
at
the
very
first
public-house
outside
the
town
,
so
that
Sowerberry
,
if
he
come
up
after
us
,
might
poke
in
his
old
nose
,
and
have
us
taken
back
in
a
cart
with
handcuffs
on
,
'
said
Mr.
Claypole
in
a
jeering
tone
.
'
No
!
I
shall
go
and
lose
myself
among
the
narrowest
streets
I
can
find
,
and
not
stop
till
we
come
to
the
very
out-of-the-wayest
house
I
can
set
eyes
on
.
'
Cod
,
yer
may
thanks
yer
stars
I
've
got
a
head
;
for
if
we
had
n't
gone
,
at
first
,
the
wrong
road
a
purpose
,
and
come
back
across
country
,
yer
'd
have
been
locked
up
hard
and
fast
a
week
ago
,
my
lady
.
And
serve
yer
right
for
being
a
fool
.
'
'
I
know
I
ai
n't
as
cunning
as
you
are
,
'
replied
Charlotte
;
'
but
do
n't
put
all
the
blame
on
me
,
and
say
I
should
have
been
locked
up
.
You
would
have
been
if
I
had
been
,
any
way
.
'
'
Yer
took
the
money
from
the
till
,
yer
know
yer
did
,
'
said
Mr.
Claypole
.
'
I
took
it
for
you
,
Noah
,
dear
,
'
rejoined
Charlotte
.
'
Did
I
keep
it
?
'
asked
Mr.
Claypole
.
