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Kit
entered
the
office
in
a
great
tremor
,
for
he
was
not
used
to
going
among
strange
ladies
and
gentlemen
,
and
the
tin
boxes
and
bundles
of
dusty
papers
had
in
his
eyes
an
awful
and
venerable
air
.
Mr
Witherden
too
was
a
bustling
gentleman
who
talked
loud
and
fast
,
and
all
eyes
were
upon
him
,
and
he
was
very
shabby
.
‘
Well
,
boy
,
’
said
Mr
Witherden
,
‘
you
came
to
work
out
that
shilling
;
—
not
to
get
another
,
hey
?
’
‘
No
indeed
,
sir
,
’
replied
Kit
,
taking
courage
to
look
up
.
‘
I
never
thought
of
such
a
thing
.
’
‘
Father
alive
?
’
said
the
Notary
.
‘
Dead
,
sir
.
’
‘
Mother
?
’
‘
Yes
,
sir
.
’
‘
Married
again
—
eh
?
’
Kit
made
answer
,
not
without
some
indignation
,
that
she
was
a
widow
with
three
children
,
and
that
as
to
her
marrying
again
,
if
the
gentleman
knew
her
he
wouldn
’
t
think
of
such
a
thing
.
At
this
reply
Mr
Witherden
buried
his
nose
in
the
flowers
again
,
and
whispered
behind
the
nosegay
to
the
old
gentleman
that
he
believed
the
lad
was
as
honest
a
lad
as
need
be
.
