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‘
You
mustn
’
t
talk
to
me
in
that
way
,
’
said
Mary
;
‘
you
don
’
t
mean
it
.
’
‘
Don
’
t
I
,
though
?
’
replied
the
fat
boy
.
‘
I
say
?
’
‘
Well
?
’
‘
Are
you
going
to
come
here
regular
?
’
‘
No
,
’
rejoined
Mary
,
shaking
her
head
,
‘
I
’
m
going
away
again
to
-
night
.
Why
?
’
‘
Oh
,
’
said
the
fat
boy
,
in
a
tone
of
strong
feeling
;
‘
how
we
should
have
enjoyed
ourselves
at
meals
,
if
you
had
been
!
’
‘
I
might
come
here
sometimes
,
perhaps
,
to
see
you
,
’
said
Mary
,
plaiting
the
table
-
cloth
in
assumed
coyness
,
‘
if
you
would
do
me
a
favour
.
’
The
fat
boy
looked
from
the
pie
-
dish
to
the
steak
,
as
if
he
thought
a
favour
must
be
in
a
manner
connected
with
something
to
eat
;
and
then
took
out
one
of
the
half
-
crowns
and
glanced
at
it
nervously
.
‘
Don
’
t
you
understand
me
?
’
said
Mary
,
looking
slily
in
his
fat
face
.
Again
he
looked
at
the
half
-
crown
,
and
said
faintly
,
‘
No
.
’
