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‘
Ask
the
lad
to
step
out
,
and
mind
the
horse
.
’
‘
I
’
m
going
to
mind
the
horse
myself
,
’
said
Martin
,
laying
his
whip
on
the
roof
of
the
fly
.
‘
I
can
’
t
permit
it
,
on
any
account
,
’
said
the
old
lady
;
‘
your
testimony
will
be
very
important
,
and
I
must
take
you
into
the
house
with
me
.
You
must
not
stir
from
my
side
during
the
whole
interview
.
Do
you
hear
?
’
‘
I
hear
,
’
replied
Martin
.
‘
Well
;
what
are
you
stopping
for
?
’
‘
Nothing
,
’
replied
Martin
.
So
saying
,
the
surly
man
leisurely
descended
from
the
wheel
,
on
which
he
had
been
poising
himself
on
the
tops
of
the
toes
of
his
right
foot
,
and
having
summoned
the
boy
in
the
gray
livery
,
opened
the
coach
door
,
flung
down
the
steps
,
and
thrusting
in
a
hand
enveloped
in
a
dark
wash
-
leather
glove
,
pulled
out
the
old
lady
with
as
much
unconcern
in
his
manner
as
if
she
were
a
bandbox
.
‘
Dear
me
!
’
exclaimed
the
old
lady
.
‘
I
am
so
flurried
,
now
I
have
got
here
,
Martin
,
that
I
’
m
all
in
a
tremble
.
’
Mr
.
Martin
coughed
behind
the
dark
wash
-
leather
gloves
,
but
expressed
no
sympathy
;
so
the
old
lady
,
composing
herself
,
trotted
up
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
’
s
steps
,
and
Mr
.
Martin
followed
.
Immediately
on
the
old
lady
’
s
entering
the
shop
,
Mr
.
Benjamin
Allen
and
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
,
who
had
been
putting
the
spirits
-
and
-
water
out
of
sight
,
and
upsetting
nauseous
drugs
to
take
off
the
smell
of
the
tobacco
smoke
,
issued
hastily
forth
in
a
transport
of
pleasure
and
affection
.
‘
My
dear
aunt
,
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
,
‘
how
kind
of
you
to
look
in
upon
us
!
Mr
.
Sawyer
,
aunt
;
my
friend
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
whom
I
have
spoken
to
you
about
,
regarding
—
you
know
,
aunt
.
’
And
here
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
,
who
was
not
at
the
moment
extraordinarily
sober
,
added
the
word
‘
Arabella
,
’
in
what
was
meant
to
be
a
whisper
,
but
which
was
an
especially
audible
and
distinct
tone
of
speech
which
nobody
could
avoid
hearing
,
if
anybody
were
so
disposed
.
