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‘
Mrs
.
Nathaniel
Winkle
,
who
married
the
son
of
the
old
man
at
Birmingham
?
’
said
the
stranger
,
eyeing
Arabella
with
visible
curiosity
.
Again
Arabella
inclined
her
head
,
and
looked
uneasily
round
,
as
if
uncertain
whether
to
call
for
assistance
.
‘
I
surprise
you
,
I
see
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
the
old
gentleman
.
‘
Rather
,
I
confess
,
’
replied
Arabella
,
wondering
more
and
more
.
‘
I
’
ll
take
a
chair
,
if
you
’
ll
allow
me
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
the
stranger
.
He
took
one
;
and
drawing
a
spectacle
-
case
from
his
pocket
,
leisurely
pulled
out
a
pair
of
spectacles
,
which
he
adjusted
on
his
nose
.
‘
You
don
’
t
know
me
,
ma
’
am
?
’
he
said
,
looking
so
intently
at
Arabella
that
she
began
to
feel
alarmed
.
‘
No
,
sir
,
’
she
replied
timidly
.
‘
No
,
’
said
the
gentleman
,
nursing
his
left
leg
;
‘
I
don
’
t
know
how
you
should
.
You
know
my
name
,
though
,
ma
’
am
.
’
‘
Do
I
?
’
said
Arabella
,
trembling
,
though
she
scarcely
knew
why
.
‘
May
I
ask
what
it
is
?
’
