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‘
We
will
decide
to
stop
here
if
you
please
,
’
said
Nell
,
turning
hastily
to
the
landlord
.
‘
I
think
that
’
s
prudent
,
’
returned
Mr
Groves
.
‘
You
shall
have
your
suppers
directly
.
’
Accordingly
,
when
Mr
Groves
had
smoked
his
pipe
out
,
knocked
out
the
ashes
,
and
placed
it
carefully
in
a
corner
of
the
fire
-
place
,
with
the
bowl
downwards
,
he
brought
in
the
bread
and
cheese
,
and
beer
,
with
many
high
encomiums
upon
their
excellence
,
and
bade
his
guests
fall
to
,
and
make
themselves
at
home
.
Nell
and
her
grandfather
ate
sparingly
,
for
both
were
occupied
with
their
own
reflections
;
the
other
gentlemen
,
for
whose
constitutions
beer
was
too
weak
and
tame
a
liquid
,
consoled
themselves
with
spirits
and
tobacco
.
As
they
would
leave
the
house
very
early
in
the
morning
,
the
child
was
anxious
to
pay
for
their
entertainment
before
they
retired
to
bed
.
But
as
she
felt
the
necessity
of
concealing
her
little
hoard
from
her
grandfather
,
and
had
to
change
the
piece
of
gold
,
she
took
it
secretly
from
its
place
of
concealment
,
and
embraced
an
opportunity
of
following
the
landlord
when
he
went
out
of
the
room
,
and
tendered
it
to
him
in
the
little
bar
.
‘
Will
you
give
me
the
change
here
,
if
you
please
?
’
said
the
child
.
Mr
James
Groves
was
evidently
surprised
,
and
looked
at
the
money
,
and
rang
it
,
and
looked
at
the
child
,
and
at
the
money
again
,
as
though
he
had
a
mind
to
inquire
how
she
came
by
it
.
The
coin
being
genuine
,
however
,
and
changed
at
his
house
,
he
probably
felt
,
like
a
wise
landlord
,
that
it
was
no
business
of
his
.
At
any
rate
,
he
counted
out
the
change
,
and
gave
it
her
.
The
child
was
returning
to
the
room
where
they
had
passed
the
evening
,
when
she
fancied
she
saw
a
figure
just
gliding
in
at
the
door
.
There
was
nothing
but
a
long
dark
passage
between
this
door
and
the
place
where
she
had
changed
the
money
,
and
,
being
very
certain
that
no
person
had
passed
in
or
out
while
she
stood
there
,
the
thought
struck
her
that
she
had
been
watched
.
But
by
whom
?
When
she
re
-
entered
the
room
,
she
found
its
inmates
exactly
as
she
had
left
them
.
The
stout
fellow
lay
upon
two
chairs
,
resting
his
head
on
his
hand
,
and
the
squinting
man
reposed
in
a
similar
attitude
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
table
.
Between
them
sat
her
grandfather
,
looking
intently
at
the
winner
with
a
kind
of
hungry
admiration
,
and
hanging
upon
his
words
as
if
he
were
some
superior
being
.
She
was
puzzled
for
a
moment
,
and
looked
round
to
see
if
any
else
were
there
.
No
.
Then
she
asked
her
grandfather
in
a
whisper
whether
anybody
had
left
the
room
while
she
was
absent
.
‘
No
,
’
he
said
,
‘
nobody
.
’
It
must
have
been
her
fancy
then
;
and
yet
it
was
strange
,
that
,
without
anything
in
her
previous
thoughts
to
lead
to
it
,
she
should
have
imagined
this
figure
so
very
distinctly
.
She
was
still
wondering
and
thinking
of
it
,
when
a
girl
came
to
light
her
to
bed
.
The
old
man
took
leave
of
the
company
at
the
same
time
,
and
they
went
up
stairs
together
.
It
was
a
great
,
rambling
house
,
with
dull
corridors
and
wide
staircases
which
the
flaring
candles
seemed
to
make
more
gloomy
.
She
left
her
grandfather
in
his
chamber
,
and
followed
her
guide
to
another
,
which
was
at
the
end
of
a
passage
,
and
approached
by
some
half
-
dozen
crazy
steps
.
