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The
old
man
was
ready
,
and
in
a
few
seconds
they
were
on
their
road
.
The
child
thought
he
rather
avoided
her
eye
,
and
appeared
to
expect
that
she
would
tell
him
of
her
loss
.
She
felt
she
must
do
that
,
or
he
might
suspect
the
truth
.
‘
Grandfather
,
’
she
said
in
a
tremulous
voice
,
after
they
had
walked
about
a
mile
in
silence
,
‘
do
you
think
they
are
honest
people
at
the
house
yonder
?
’
‘
Why
?
’
returned
the
old
man
trembling
.
‘
Do
I
think
them
honest
—
yes
,
they
played
honestly
.
’
‘
I
’
ll
tell
you
why
I
ask
,
’
rejoined
Nell
.
‘
I
lost
some
money
last
night
—
out
of
my
bedroom
,
I
am
sure
.
Unless
it
was
taken
by
somebody
in
jest
—
only
in
jest
,
dear
grandfather
,
which
would
make
me
laugh
heartily
if
I
could
but
know
it
—
’
‘
Who
would
take
money
in
jest
?
’
returned
the
old
man
in
a
hurried
manner
.
‘
Those
who
take
money
,
take
it
to
keep
.
Don
’
t
talk
of
jest
.
’
‘
Then
it
was
stolen
out
of
my
room
,
dear
,
’
said
the
child
,
whose
last
hope
was
destroyed
by
the
manner
of
this
reply
.
‘
But
is
there
no
more
,
Nell
?
’
said
the
old
man
;
‘
no
more
anywhere
?
Was
it
all
taken
—
every
farthing
of
it
—
was
there
nothing
left
?
’
‘
Nothing
,
’
replied
the
child
.
‘
We
must
get
more
,
’
said
the
old
man
,
‘
we
must
earn
it
,
Nell
,
hoard
it
up
,
scrape
it
together
,
come
by
it
somehow
.
Never
mind
this
loss
.
Tell
nobody
of
it
,
and
perhaps
we
may
regain
it
.
Don
’
t
ask
how
;
—
we
may
regain
it
,
and
a
great
deal
more
;
—
but
tell
nobody
,
or
trouble
may
come
of
it
.
And
so
they
took
it
out
of
thy
room
,
when
thou
wert
asleep
!
’
he
added
in
a
compassionate
tone
,
very
different
from
the
secret
,
cunning
way
in
which
he
had
spoken
until
now
.
‘
Poor
Nell
,
poor
little
Nell
!
’
