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Tupman
gazed
on
the
fat
boy
,
and
the
fat
boy
stared
at
him
;
and
the
longer
Mr
.
Tupman
observed
the
utter
vacancy
of
the
fat
boy
’
s
countenance
,
the
more
convinced
he
became
that
he
either
did
not
know
,
or
did
not
understand
,
anything
that
had
been
going
forward
.
Under
this
impression
,
he
said
with
great
firmness
—
‘
What
do
you
want
here
,
Sir
?
’
‘
Supper
’
s
ready
,
sir
,
’
was
the
prompt
reply
.
‘
Have
you
just
come
here
,
sir
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Tupman
,
with
a
piercing
look
.
‘
Just
,
’
replied
the
fat
boy
.
Mr
.
Tupman
looked
at
him
very
hard
again
;
but
there
was
not
a
wink
in
his
eye
,
or
a
curve
in
his
face
.
Mr
.
Tupman
took
the
arm
of
the
spinster
aunt
,
and
walked
towards
the
house
;
the
fat
boy
followed
behind
.
‘
He
knows
nothing
of
what
has
happened
,
‘
he
whispered
.
‘
Nothing
,
’
said
the
spinster
aunt
.
There
was
a
sound
behind
them
,
as
of
an
imperfectly
suppressed
chuckle
.
Mr
.
Tupman
turned
sharply
round
.
No
;
it
could
not
have
been
the
fat
boy
;
there
was
not
a
gleam
of
mirth
,
or
anything
but
feeding
in
his
whole
visage
.
