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'
Why
did
n't
you
come
here
before
?
'
said
Fang
,
after
a
pause
.
'
I
had
n't
a
soul
to
mind
the
shop
,
'
replied
the
man
.
'
Everybody
who
could
have
helped
me
,
had
joined
in
the
pursuit
.
I
could
get
nobody
till
five
minutes
ago
;
and
I
've
run
here
all
the
way
.
'
'
The
prosecutor
was
reading
,
was
he
?
'
inquired
Fang
,
after
another
pause
.
'
Yes
,
'
replied
the
man
.
'
The
very
book
he
has
in
his
hand
.
'
'
Oh
,
that
book
,
eh
?
'
said
Fang
.
'
Is
it
paid
for
?
'
'
No
,
it
is
not
,
'
replied
the
man
,
with
a
smile
.
'
Dear
me
,
I
forgot
all
about
it
!
'
exclaimed
the
absent
old
gentleman
,
innocently
.
'
A
nice
person
to
prefer
a
charge
against
a
poor
boy
!
'
said
Fang
,
with
a
comical
effort
to
look
humane
.
'
I
consider
,
sir
,
that
you
have
obtained
possession
of
that
book
,
under
very
suspicious
and
disreputable
circumstances
;
and
you
may
think
yourself
very
fortunate
that
the
owner
of
the
property
declines
to
prosecute
Let
this
be
a
lesson
to
you
,
my
man
,
or
the
law
will
overtake
you
yet
.
The
boy
is
discharged
.
Clear
the
office
!
'
'
D
--
n
me
!
'
cried
the
old
gentleman
,
bursting
out
with
the
rage
he
had
kept
down
so
long
,
'
d
--
n
me
!
I
'll
--
'
