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With
these
words
,
the
fat
boy
led
the
way
downstairs
;
his
pretty
companion
captivating
all
the
waiters
and
angering
all
the
chambermaids
as
she
followed
him
to
the
eating
-
room
.
There
was
the
meat
-
pie
of
which
the
youth
had
spoken
so
feelingly
,
and
there
were
,
moreover
,
a
steak
,
and
a
dish
of
potatoes
,
and
a
pot
of
porter
.
‘
Sit
down
,
’
said
the
fat
boy
.
‘
Oh
,
my
eye
,
how
prime
!
I
am
SO
hungry
.
’
Having
apostrophised
his
eye
,
in
a
species
of
rapture
,
five
or
six
times
,
the
youth
took
the
head
of
the
little
table
,
and
Mary
seated
herself
at
the
bottom
.
‘
Will
you
have
some
of
this
?
’
said
the
fat
boy
,
plunging
into
the
pie
up
to
the
very
ferules
of
the
knife
and
fork
.
‘
A
little
,
if
you
please
,
’
replied
Mary
.
The
fat
boy
assisted
Mary
to
a
little
,
and
himself
to
a
great
deal
,
and
was
just
going
to
begin
eating
when
he
suddenly
laid
down
his
knife
and
fork
,
leaned
forward
in
his
chair
,
and
letting
his
hands
,
with
the
knife
and
fork
in
them
,
fall
on
his
knees
,
said
,
very
slowly
—
‘
I
say
!
How
nice
you
look
!
’
This
was
said
in
an
admiring
manner
,
and
was
,
so
far
,
gratifying
;
but
still
there
was
enough
of
the
cannibal
in
the
young
gentleman
’
s
eyes
to
render
the
compliment
a
double
one
.
‘
Dear
me
,
Joseph
,
’
said
Mary
,
affecting
to
blush
,
‘
what
do
you
mean
?
’
