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‘
It
’
ll
be
done
to
a
turn
,
’
said
the
landlord
looking
up
to
the
clock
—
and
the
very
clock
had
a
colour
in
its
fat
white
face
,
and
looked
a
clock
for
jolly
Sandboys
to
consult
—
‘
it
’
ll
be
done
to
a
turn
at
twenty
-
two
minutes
before
eleven
.
’
‘
Then
,
’
said
Mr
Codlin
,
‘
fetch
me
a
pint
of
warm
ale
,
and
don
’
t
let
nobody
bring
into
the
room
even
so
much
as
a
biscuit
till
the
time
arrives
.
’
Nodding
his
approval
of
this
decisive
and
manly
course
of
procedure
,
the
landlord
retired
to
draw
the
beer
,
and
presently
returning
with
it
,
applied
himself
to
warm
the
same
in
a
small
tin
vessel
shaped
funnel
-
wise
,
for
the
convenience
of
sticking
it
far
down
in
the
fire
and
getting
at
the
bright
places
.
This
was
soon
done
,
and
he
handed
it
over
to
Mr
Codlin
with
that
creamy
froth
upon
the
surface
which
is
one
of
the
happy
circumstances
attendant
on
mulled
malt
.
Greatly
softened
by
this
soothing
beverage
,
Mr
Codlin
now
bethought
him
of
his
companions
,
and
acquainted
mine
host
of
the
Sandboys
that
their
arrival
might
be
shortly
looked
for
.
The
rain
was
rattling
against
the
windows
and
pouring
down
in
torrents
,
and
such
was
Mr
Codlin
’
s
extreme
amiability
of
mind
,
that
he
more
than
once
expressed
his
earnest
hope
that
they
would
not
be
so
foolish
as
to
get
wet
.
At
length
they
arrived
,
drenched
with
the
rain
and
presenting
a
most
miserable
appearance
,
notwithstanding
that
Short
had
sheltered
the
child
as
well
as
he
could
under
the
skirts
of
his
own
coat
,
and
they
were
nearly
breathless
from
the
haste
they
had
made
.
But
their
steps
were
no
sooner
heard
upon
the
road
than
the
landlord
,
who
had
been
at
the
outer
door
anxiously
watching
for
their
coming
,
rushed
into
the
kitchen
and
took
the
cover
off
.
The
effect
was
electrical
.
They
all
came
in
with
smiling
faces
though
the
wet
was
dripping
from
their
clothes
upon
the
floor
,
and
Short
’
s
first
remark
was
,
‘
What
a
delicious
smell
!
’
It
is
not
very
difficult
to
forget
rain
and
mud
by
the
side
of
a
cheerful
fire
,
and
in
a
bright
room
.
They
were
furnished
with
slippers
and
such
dry
garments
as
the
house
or
their
own
bundles
afforded
,
and
ensconcing
themselves
,
as
Mr
Codlin
had
already
done
,
in
the
warm
chimney
-
corner
,
soon
forgot
their
late
troubles
or
only
remembered
them
as
enhancing
the
delights
of
the
present
time
.
Overpowered
by
the
warmth
and
comfort
and
the
fatigue
they
had
undergone
,
Nelly
and
the
old
man
had
not
long
taken
their
seats
here
,
when
they
fell
asleep
.
‘
Who
are
they
?
’
whispered
the
landlord
.
Short
shook
his
head
,
and
wished
he
knew
himself
.
’
Don
’
t
you
know
?
’
asked
the
host
,
turning
to
Mr
Codlin
.
‘
Not
I
,
’
he
replied
.
‘
They
’
re
no
good
,
I
suppose
.
’
