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‘
Alone
?
’
said
I
,
in
some
surprise
.
‘
Oh
,
yes
,
I
don
’
t
mind
that
,
but
I
am
a
little
frightened
now
,
for
I
had
lost
my
road
.
’
‘
And
what
made
you
ask
it
of
me
?
Suppose
I
should
tell
you
wrong
?
’
‘
I
am
sure
you
will
not
do
that
,
’
said
the
little
creature
,
’
you
are
such
a
very
old
gentleman
,
and
walk
so
slow
yourself
.
’
I
cannot
describe
how
much
I
was
impressed
by
this
appeal
and
the
energy
with
which
it
was
made
,
which
brought
a
tear
into
the
child
’
s
clear
eye
,
and
made
her
slight
figure
tremble
as
she
looked
up
into
my
face
.
‘
Come
,
’
said
I
,
‘
I
’
ll
take
you
there
.
’
She
put
her
hand
in
mine
as
confidingly
as
if
she
had
known
me
from
her
cradle
,
and
we
trudged
away
together
;
the
little
creature
accommodating
her
pace
to
mine
,
and
rather
seeming
to
lead
and
take
care
of
me
than
I
to
be
protecting
her
.
I
observed
that
every
now
and
then
she
stole
a
curious
look
at
my
face
,
as
if
to
make
quite
sure
that
I
was
not
deceiving
her
,
and
that
these
glances
(
very
sharp
and
keen
they
were
too
)
seemed
to
increase
her
confidence
at
every
repetition
.
For
my
part
,
my
curiosity
and
interest
were
at
least
equal
to
the
child
’
s
,
for
child
she
certainly
was
,
although
I
thought
it
probable
from
what
I
could
make
out
,
that
her
very
small
and
delicate
frame
imparted
a
peculiar
youthfulness
to
her
appearance
.
Though
more
scantily
attired
than
she
might
have
been
she
was
dressed
with
perfect
neatness
,
and
betrayed
no
marks
of
poverty
or
neglect
.
‘
Who
has
sent
you
so
far
by
yourself
?
’
said
I
.
