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‘
You
are
a
little
rebel
,
’
replied
Wardle
,
in
the
same
tone
,
‘
and
I
am
afraid
I
shall
be
obliged
to
forbid
you
the
house
.
People
like
you
,
who
get
married
in
spite
of
everybody
,
ought
not
to
be
let
loose
on
society
.
But
come
!
’
added
the
old
gentleman
aloud
,
‘
here
’
s
the
dinner
;
you
shall
sit
by
me
.
Joe
;
why
,
damn
the
boy
,
he
’
s
awake
!
’
To
the
great
distress
of
his
master
,
the
fat
boy
was
indeed
in
a
state
of
remarkable
vigilance
,
his
eyes
being
wide
open
,
and
looking
as
if
they
intended
to
remain
so
.
There
was
an
alacrity
in
his
manner
,
too
,
which
was
equally
unaccountable
;
every
time
his
eyes
met
those
of
Emily
or
Arabella
,
he
smirked
and
grinned
;
once
,
Wardle
could
have
sworn
,
he
saw
him
wink
.
This
alteration
in
the
fat
boy
’
s
demeanour
originated
in
his
increased
sense
of
his
own
importance
,
and
the
dignity
he
acquired
from
having
been
taken
into
the
confidence
of
the
young
ladies
;
and
the
smirks
,
and
grins
,
and
winks
were
so
many
condescending
assurances
that
they
might
depend
upon
his
fidelity
.
As
these
tokens
were
rather
calculated
to
awaken
suspicion
than
allay
it
,
and
were
somewhat
embarrassing
besides
,
they
were
occasionally
answered
by
a
frown
or
shake
of
the
head
from
Arabella
,
which
the
fat
boy
,
considering
as
hints
to
be
on
his
guard
,
expressed
his
perfect
understanding
of
,
by
smirking
,
grinning
,
and
winking
,
with
redoubled
assiduity
.
‘
Joe
,
’
said
Mr
.
Wardle
,
after
an
unsuccessful
search
in
all
his
pockets
,
‘
is
my
snuff
-
box
on
the
sofa
?
’
‘
No
,
sir
,
’
replied
the
fat
boy
.
‘
Oh
,
I
recollect
;
I
left
it
on
my
dressing
-
table
this
morning
,
’
said
Wardle
.
‘
Run
into
the
next
room
and
fetch
it
.
’
The
fat
boy
went
into
the
next
room
;
and
,
having
been
absent
about
a
minute
,
returned
with
the
snuff
-
box
,
and
the
palest
face
that
ever
a
fat
boy
wore
.
‘
What
’
s
the
matter
with
the
boy
?
’
exclaimed
Wardle
.
‘
Nothen
’
s
the
matter
with
me
,
’
replied
Joe
nervously
.
