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‘
Where
do
you
come
from
?
’
inquired
the
clerk
.
The
boy
made
no
sign
.
He
breathed
heavily
,
but
in
all
other
respects
was
motionless
.
The
clerk
repeated
the
question
thrice
,
and
receiving
no
answer
,
prepared
to
shut
the
door
,
when
the
boy
suddenly
opened
his
eyes
,
winked
several
times
,
sneezed
once
,
and
raised
his
hand
as
if
to
repeat
the
knocking
.
Finding
the
door
open
,
he
stared
about
him
with
astonishment
,
and
at
length
fixed
his
eyes
on
Mr
.
Lowten
’
s
face
.
‘
What
the
devil
do
you
knock
in
that
way
for
?
’
inquired
the
clerk
angrily
.
‘
Which
way
?
’
said
the
boy
,
in
a
slow
and
sleepy
voice
.
‘
Why
,
like
forty
hackney
-
coachmen
,
’
replied
the
clerk
.
‘
Because
master
said
,
I
wasn
’
t
to
leave
off
knocking
till
they
opened
the
door
,
for
fear
I
should
go
to
sleep
,
’
said
the
boy
.
‘
Well
,
’
said
the
clerk
,
‘
what
message
have
you
brought
?
’
‘
He
’
s
downstairs
,
’
rejoined
the
boy
.
‘
Who
?
’
