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It
was
not
difficult
to
divine
that
they
were
of
a
class
of
itinerant
showmen
—
exhibitors
of
the
freaks
of
Punch
—
for
,
perched
cross
-
legged
upon
a
tombstone
behind
them
,
was
a
figure
of
that
hero
himself
,
his
nose
and
chin
as
hooked
and
his
face
as
beaming
as
usual
.
Perhaps
his
imperturbable
character
was
never
more
strikingly
developed
,
for
he
preserved
his
usual
equable
smile
notwithstanding
that
his
body
was
dangling
in
a
most
uncomfortable
position
,
all
loose
and
limp
and
shapeless
,
while
his
long
peaked
cap
,
unequally
balanced
against
his
exceedingly
slight
legs
,
threatened
every
instant
to
bring
him
toppling
down
.
In
part
scattered
upon
the
ground
at
the
feet
of
the
two
men
,
and
in
part
jumbled
together
in
a
long
flat
box
,
were
the
other
persons
of
the
Drama
.
The
hero
’
s
wife
and
one
child
,
the
hobby
-
horse
,
the
doctor
,
the
foreign
gentleman
who
not
being
familiar
with
the
language
is
unable
in
the
representation
to
express
his
ideas
otherwise
than
by
the
utterance
of
the
word
‘
Shallabalah
’
three
distinct
times
,
the
radical
neighbour
who
will
by
no
means
admit
that
a
tin
bell
is
an
organ
,
the
executioner
,
and
the
devil
,
were
all
here
.
Their
owners
had
evidently
come
to
that
spot
to
make
some
needful
repairs
in
the
stage
arrangements
,
for
one
of
them
was
engaged
in
binding
together
a
small
gallows
with
thread
,
while
the
other
was
intent
upon
fixing
a
new
black
wig
,
with
the
aid
of
a
small
hammer
and
some
tacks
,
upon
the
head
of
the
radical
neighbour
,
who
had
been
beaten
bald
.
They
raised
their
eyes
when
the
old
man
and
his
young
companion
were
close
upon
them
,
and
pausing
in
their
work
,
returned
their
looks
of
curiosity
.
One
of
them
,
the
actual
exhibitor
no
doubt
,
was
a
little
merry
-
faced
man
with
a
twinkling
eye
and
a
red
nose
,
who
seemed
to
have
unconsciously
imbibed
something
of
his
hero
’
s
character
.
The
other
—
that
was
he
who
took
the
money
—
had
rather
a
careful
and
cautious
look
,
which
was
perhaps
inseparable
from
his
occupation
also
.
The
merry
man
was
the
first
to
greet
the
strangers
with
a
nod
;
and
following
the
old
man
’
s
eyes
,
he
observed
that
perhaps
that
was
the
first
time
he
had
ever
seen
a
Punch
off
the
stage
.
(
Punch
,
it
may
be
remarked
,
seemed
to
be
pointing
with
the
tip
of
his
cap
to
a
most
flourishing
epitaph
,
and
to
be
chuckling
over
it
with
all
his
heart
.
)
‘
Why
do
you
come
here
to
do
this
?
’
said
the
old
man
,
sitting
down
beside
them
,
and
looking
at
the
figures
with
extreme
delight
.
‘
Why
you
see
,
’
rejoined
the
little
man
,
‘
we
’
re
putting
up
for
to
-
night
at
the
public
-
house
yonder
,
and
it
wouldn
’
t
do
to
let
‘
em
see
the
present
company
undergoing
repair
.
’
‘
No
!
’
cried
the
old
man
,
making
signs
to
Nell
to
listen
,
‘
why
not
,
eh
?
why
not
?
’
‘
Because
it
would
destroy
all
the
delusion
,
and
take
away
all
the
interest
,
wouldn
’
t
it
?
’
replied
the
little
man
.
‘
Would
you
care
a
ha
’
penny
for
the
Lord
Chancellor
if
you
know
’
d
him
in
private
and
without
his
wig
?
—
certainly
not
.
’
‘
Good
!
’
said
the
old
man
,
venturing
to
touch
one
of
the
puppets
,
and
drawing
away
his
hand
with
a
shrill
laugh
.
‘
Are
you
going
to
show
‘
em
to
-
night
?
are
you
?
’
