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- Чарльз Диккенс
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‘
Have
you
been
seeing
any
spirits
?
’
inquired
the
old
gentleman
.
‘
Or
taking
any
?
’
added
Ben
Allen
.
‘
I
think
you
’
re
right
,
’
whispered
Wardle
across
the
table
.
‘
He
is
intoxicated
,
I
’
m
sure
.
’
Ben
Allen
replied
that
he
thought
he
was
;
and
,
as
that
gentleman
had
seen
a
vast
deal
of
the
disease
in
question
,
Wardle
was
confirmed
in
an
impression
which
had
been
hovering
about
his
mind
for
half
an
hour
,
and
at
once
arrived
at
the
conclusion
that
the
fat
boy
was
drunk
.
‘
Just
keep
your
eye
upon
him
for
a
few
minutes
,
’
murmured
Wardle
.
‘
We
shall
soon
find
out
whether
he
is
or
not
.
’
The
unfortunate
youth
had
only
interchanged
a
dozen
words
with
Mr
.
Snodgrass
,
that
gentleman
having
implored
him
to
make
a
private
appeal
to
some
friend
to
release
him
,
and
then
pushed
him
out
with
the
snuff
-
box
,
lest
his
prolonged
absence
should
lead
to
a
discovery
.
He
ruminated
a
little
with
a
most
disturbed
expression
of
face
,
and
left
the
room
in
search
of
Mary
.
But
Mary
had
gone
home
after
dressing
her
mistress
,
and
the
fat
boy
came
back
again
more
disturbed
than
before
.
Wardle
and
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
exchanged
glances
.
‘
Joe
!
’
said
Wardle
.
‘
Yes
,
sir
.
’
‘
What
did
you
go
away
for
?
’