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‘
You
’
ll
take
somebody
else
?
’
‘
Yes
.
’
‘
You
shall
.
’
Mr
.
Jingle
fell
on
his
knees
,
remained
thereupon
for
five
minutes
thereafter
;
and
rose
the
accepted
lover
of
the
spinster
aunt
—
conditionally
upon
Mr
.
Tupman
’
s
perjury
being
made
clear
and
manifest
.
The
burden
of
proof
lay
with
Mr
.
Alfred
Jingle
;
and
he
produced
his
evidence
that
very
day
at
dinner
.
The
spinster
aunt
could
hardly
believe
her
eyes
.
Mr
.
Tracy
Tupman
was
established
at
Emily
’
s
side
,
ogling
,
whispering
,
and
smiling
,
in
opposition
to
Mr
.
Snodgrass
.
Not
a
word
,
not
a
look
,
not
a
glance
,
did
he
bestow
upon
his
heart
’
s
pride
of
the
evening
before
.
‘
Damn
that
boy
!
’
thought
old
Mr
.
Wardle
to
himself
.
—
He
had
heard
the
story
from
his
mother
.
‘
Damn
that
boy
!
He
must
have
been
asleep
.
It
’
s
all
imagination
.
’
‘
Traitor
!
’
thought
the
spinster
aunt
.
‘
Dear
Mr
.
Jingle
was
not
deceiving
me
.
Ugh
!
how
I
hate
the
wretch
!
’
The
following
conversation
may
serve
to
explain
to
our
readers
this
apparently
unaccountable
alteration
of
deportment
on
the
part
of
Mr
.
Tracy
Tupman
.
The
time
was
evening
;
the
scene
the
garden
.
There
were
two
figures
walking
in
a
side
path
;
one
was
rather
short
and
stout
;
the
other
tall
and
slim
.
They
were
Mr
.
Tupman
and
Mr
.
Jingle
.
The
stout
figure
commenced
the
dialogue
.
‘
How
did
I
do
it
?
’
he
inquired
.
