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‘
I
am
afraid
they
have
,
and
that
’
s
the
truth
,
’
she
said
.
‘
It
’
s
the
talk
of
all
the
neighbours
,
and
there
are
some
even
that
know
of
their
having
been
seen
on
board
ship
,
and
can
tell
you
the
name
of
the
place
they
’
ve
gone
to
,
which
is
more
than
I
can
,
my
dear
,
for
it
’
s
a
very
hard
one
.
’
‘
I
don
’
t
believe
it
,
’
said
Kit
.
‘
Not
a
word
of
it
.
A
set
of
idle
chatterboxes
,
how
should
they
know
!
’
‘
They
may
be
wrong
of
course
,
’
returned
the
mother
,
‘
I
can
’
t
tell
about
that
,
though
I
don
’
t
think
it
’
s
at
all
unlikely
that
they
’
re
in
the
right
,
for
the
talk
is
that
the
old
gentleman
had
put
by
a
little
money
that
nobody
knew
of
,
not
even
that
ugly
little
man
you
talk
to
me
about
—
what
’
s
his
name
—
Quilp
;
and
that
he
and
Miss
Nell
have
gone
to
live
abroad
where
it
can
’
t
be
taken
from
them
,
and
they
will
never
be
disturbed
.
That
don
’
t
seem
very
far
out
of
the
way
now
,
do
it
?
’
Kit
scratched
his
head
mournfully
,
in
reluctant
admission
that
it
did
not
,
and
clambering
up
to
the
old
nail
took
down
the
cage
and
set
himself
to
clean
it
and
to
feed
the
bird
.
His
thoughts
reverting
from
this
occupation
to
the
little
old
gentleman
who
had
given
him
the
shilling
,
he
suddenly
recollected
that
that
was
the
very
day
—
nay
,
nearly
the
very
hour
—
at
which
the
little
old
gentleman
had
said
he
should
be
at
the
Notary
’
s
house
again
.
He
no
sooner
remembered
this
,
than
he
hung
up
the
cage
with
great
precipitation
,
and
hastily
explaining
the
nature
of
his
errand
,
went
off
at
full
speed
to
the
appointed
place
.
It
was
some
two
minutes
after
the
time
when
he
reached
the
spot
,
which
was
a
considerable
distance
from
his
home
,
but
by
great
good
luck
the
little
old
gentleman
had
not
yet
arrived
;
at
least
there
was
no
pony
-
chaise
to
be
seen
,
and
it
was
not
likely
that
he
had
come
and
gone
again
in
so
short
a
space
.
Greatly
relieved
to
find
that
he
was
not
too
late
,
Kit
leant
against
a
lamp
-
post
to
take
breath
,
and
waited
the
advent
of
the
pony
and
his
charge
.
Sure
enough
,
before
long
the
pony
came
trotting
round
the
corner
of
the
street
,
looking
as
obstinate
as
pony
might
,
and
picking
his
steps
as
if
he
were
spying
about
for
the
cleanest
places
,
and
would
by
no
means
dirty
his
feet
or
hurry
himself
inconveniently
.
Behind
the
pony
sat
the
little
old
gentleman
,
and
by
the
old
gentleman
’
s
side
sat
the
little
old
lady
,
carrying
just
such
a
nosegay
as
she
had
brought
before
.
The
old
gentleman
,
the
old
lady
,
the
pony
,
and
the
chaise
,
came
up
the
street
in
perfect
unanimity
,
until
they
arrived
within
some
half
a
dozen
doors
of
the
Notary
’
s
house
,
when
the
pony
,
deceived
by
a
brass
-
plate
beneath
a
tailor
’
s
knocker
,
came
to
a
halt
,
and
maintained
by
a
sturdy
silence
,
that
that
was
the
house
they
wanted
.
‘
Now
,
Sir
,
will
you
ha
’
the
goodness
to
go
on
;
this
is
not
the
place
,
’
said
the
old
gentleman
.
The
pony
looked
with
great
attention
into
a
fire
-
plug
which
was
near
him
,
and
appeared
to
be
quite
absorbed
in
contemplating
it
.
‘
Oh
dear
,
such
a
naughty
Whisker
!
’
cried
the
old
lady
.
‘
After
being
so
good
too
,
and
coming
along
so
well
!
I
am
quite
ashamed
of
him
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
we
are
to
do
with
him
,
I
really
don
’
t
.
