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‘
Short
’
s
very
well
,
and
seems
kind
,
’
resumed
the
misanthrope
,
‘
but
he
overdoes
it
.
Now
I
don
’
t
.
’
Certainly
if
there
were
any
fault
in
Mr
Codlin
’
s
usual
deportment
,
it
was
that
he
rather
underdid
his
kindness
to
those
about
him
,
than
overdid
it
.
But
the
child
was
puzzled
,
and
could
not
tell
what
to
say
.
‘
Take
my
advice
,
’
said
Codlin
:
‘
don
’
t
ask
me
why
,
but
take
it
.
As
long
as
you
travel
with
us
,
keep
as
near
me
as
you
can
.
Don
’
t
offer
to
leave
us
—
not
on
any
account
—
but
always
stick
to
me
and
say
that
I
’
m
your
friend
.
Will
you
bear
that
in
mind
,
my
dear
,
and
always
say
that
it
was
me
that
was
your
friend
?
’
‘
Say
so
where
—
and
when
?
’
inquired
the
child
innocently
.
‘
O
,
nowhere
in
particular
,
’
replied
Codlin
,
a
little
put
out
as
it
seemed
by
the
question
;
‘
I
’
m
only
anxious
that
you
should
think
me
so
,
and
do
me
justice
.
You
can
’
t
think
what
an
interest
I
have
in
you
.
Why
didn
’
t
you
tell
me
your
little
history
—
that
about
you
and
the
poor
old
gentleman
?
I
’
m
the
best
adviser
that
ever
was
,
and
so
interested
in
you
—
so
much
more
interested
than
Short
.
I
think
they
’
re
breaking
up
down
stairs
;
you
needn
’
t
tell
Short
,
you
know
,
that
we
’
ve
had
this
little
talk
together
.
God
bless
you
.
Recollect
the
friend
.
Codlin
’
s
the
friend
,
not
Short
.
Short
’
s
very
well
as
far
as
he
goes
,
but
the
real
friend
is
Codlin
—
not
Short
.
’
Eking
out
these
professions
with
a
number
of
benevolent
and
protecting
looks
and
great
fervour
of
manner
,
Thomas
Codlin
stole
away
on
tiptoe
,
leaving
the
child
in
a
state
of
extreme
surprise
.
She
was
still
ruminating
upon
his
curious
behaviour
,
when
the
floor
of
the
crazy
stairs
and
landing
cracked
beneath
the
tread
of
the
other
travellers
who
were
passing
to
their
beds
.
When
they
had
all
passed
,
and
the
sound
of
their
footsteps
had
died
away
,
one
of
them
returned
,
and
after
a
little
hesitation
and
rustling
in
the
passage
,
as
if
he
were
doubtful
what
door
to
knock
at
,
knocked
at
hers
.
‘
Yes
,
’
said
the
child
from
within
.
‘
It
’
s
me
—
Short
’
—
a
voice
called
through
the
keyhole
.
‘
I
only
wanted
to
say
that
we
must
be
off
early
to
-
morrow
morning
,
my
dear
,
because
unless
we
get
the
start
of
the
dogs
and
the
conjuror
,
the
villages
won
’
t
be
worth
a
penny
.
You
’
ll
be
sure
to
be
stirring
early
and
go
with
us
?
I
’
ll
call
you
.
’
The
child
answered
in
the
affirmative
,
and
returning
his
‘
good
night
’
heard
him
creep
away
.
She
felt
some
uneasiness
at
the
anxiety
of
these
men
,
increased
by
the
recollection
of
their
whispering
together
down
stairs
and
their
slight
confusion
when
she
awoke
,
nor
was
she
quite
free
from
a
misgiving
that
they
were
not
the
fittest
companions
she
could
have
stumbled
on
.
Her
uneasiness
,
however
,
was
nothing
,
weighed
against
her
fatigue
;
and
she
soon
forgot
it
in
sleep
.
