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With
more
kisses
,
and
hugs
,
and
tears
,
than
many
young
gentlemen
who
start
upon
their
travels
,
and
leave
well
-
stocked
homes
behind
them
,
would
deem
within
the
bounds
of
probability
(
if
matter
so
low
could
be
herein
set
down
)
,
Kit
left
the
house
at
an
early
hour
next
morning
,
and
set
out
to
walk
to
Finchley
;
feeling
a
sufficient
pride
in
his
appearance
to
have
warranted
his
excommunication
from
Little
Bethel
from
that
time
forth
,
if
he
had
ever
been
one
of
that
mournful
congregation
.
Lest
anybody
should
feel
a
curiosity
to
know
how
Kit
was
clad
,
it
may
be
briefly
remarked
that
he
wore
no
livery
,
but
was
dressed
in
a
coat
of
pepper
-
and
-
salt
with
waistcoat
of
canary
colour
,
and
nether
garments
of
iron
-
grey
;
besides
these
glories
,
he
shone
in
the
lustre
of
a
new
pair
of
boots
and
an
extremely
stiff
and
shiny
hat
,
which
on
being
struck
anywhere
with
the
knuckles
,
sounded
like
a
drum
.
And
in
this
attire
,
rather
wondering
that
he
attracted
so
little
attention
,
and
attributing
the
circumstance
to
the
insensibility
of
those
who
got
up
early
,
he
made
his
way
towards
Abel
Cottage
.
Without
encountering
any
more
remarkable
adventure
on
the
road
,
than
meeting
a
lad
in
a
brimless
hat
,
the
exact
counterpart
of
his
old
one
,
on
whom
he
bestowed
half
the
sixpence
he
possessed
,
Kit
arrived
in
course
of
time
at
the
carrier
’
s
house
,
where
,
to
the
lasting
honour
of
human
nature
,
he
found
the
box
in
safety
.
Receiving
from
the
wife
of
this
immaculate
man
,
a
direction
to
Mr
Garland
’
s
,
he
took
the
box
upon
his
shoulder
and
repaired
thither
directly
.
To
be
sure
,
it
was
a
beautiful
little
cottage
with
a
thatched
roof
and
little
spires
at
the
gable
-
ends
,
and
pieces
of
stained
glass
in
some
of
the
windows
,
almost
as
large
as
pocket
-
books
.
On
one
side
of
the
house
was
a
little
stable
,
just
the
size
for
the
pony
,
with
a
little
room
over
it
,
just
the
size
for
Kit
.
White
curtains
were
fluttering
,
and
birds
in
cages
that
looked
as
bright
as
if
they
were
made
of
gold
,
were
singing
at
the
windows
;
plants
were
arranged
on
either
side
of
the
path
,
and
clustered
about
the
door
;
and
the
garden
was
bright
with
flowers
in
full
bloom
,
which
shed
a
sweet
odour
all
round
,
and
had
a
charming
and
elegant
appearance
.
Everything
within
the
house
and
without
,
seemed
to
be
the
perfection
of
neatness
and
order
.
In
the
garden
there
was
not
a
weed
to
be
seen
,
and
to
judge
from
some
dapper
gardening
-
tools
,
a
basket
,
and
a
pair
of
gloves
which
were
lying
in
one
of
the
walks
,
old
Mr
Garland
had
been
at
work
in
it
that
very
morning
.
Kit
looked
about
him
,
and
admired
,
and
looked
again
,
and
this
a
great
many
times
before
he
could
make
up
his
mind
to
turn
his
head
another
way
and
ring
the
bell
.
There
was
abundance
of
time
to
look
about
him
again
though
,
when
he
had
rung
it
,
for
nobody
came
,
so
after
ringing
it
twice
or
thrice
he
sat
down
upon
his
box
,
and
waited
.
He
rang
the
bell
a
great
many
times
,
and
yet
nobody
came
.
But
at
last
,
as
he
was
sitting
upon
the
box
thinking
about
giants
’
castles
,
and
princesses
tied
up
to
pegs
by
the
hair
of
their
heads
,
and
dragons
bursting
out
from
behind
gates
,
and
other
incidents
of
the
like
nature
,
common
in
story
-
books
to
youths
of
low
degree
on
their
first
visit
to
strange
houses
,
the
door
was
gently
opened
,
and
a
little
servant
-
girl
,
very
tidy
,
modest
,
and
demure
,
but
very
pretty
too
,
appeared
.
‘
I
suppose
you
’
re
Christopher
,
sir
,
’
said
the
servant
-
girl
.
Kit
got
off
the
box
,
and
said
yes
,
he
was
.
‘
I
’
m
afraid
you
’
ve
rung
a
good
many
times
perhaps
,
’
she
rejoined
,
‘
but
we
couldn
’
t
hear
you
,
because
we
’
ve
been
catching
the
pony
.
’
Kit
rather
wondered
what
this
meant
,
but
as
he
couldn
’
t
stop
there
,
asking
questions
,
he
shouldered
the
box
again
and
followed
the
girl
into
the
hall
,
where
through
a
back
-
door
he
descried
Mr
Garland
leading
Whisker
in
triumph
up
the
garden
,
after
that
self
-
willed
pony
had
(
as
he
afterwards
learned
)
dodged
the
family
round
a
small
paddock
in
the
rear
,
for
one
hour
and
three
quarters
.
