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‘
No
,
Sir
!
Have
you
,
though
?
’
returned
Kit
,
his
eyes
sparkling
with
delight
.
‘
Where
are
they
,
Sir
?
How
are
they
,
Sir
?
Are
they
—
are
they
near
here
?
’
‘
A
long
way
from
here
,
’
returned
the
gentleman
,
shaking
his
head
.
‘
But
I
am
going
away
to
-
night
to
bring
them
back
,
and
I
want
you
to
go
with
me
.
’
‘
Me
,
Sir
?
’
cried
Kit
,
full
of
joy
and
surprise
.
‘
The
place
,
’
said
the
strange
gentleman
,
turning
thoughtfully
to
the
Notary
,
‘
indicated
by
this
man
of
the
dogs
,
is
—
how
far
from
here
—
sixty
miles
?
’
‘
From
sixty
to
seventy
.
’
‘
Humph
!
If
we
travel
post
all
night
,
we
shall
reach
there
in
good
time
to
-
morrow
morning
.
Now
,
the
only
question
is
,
as
they
will
not
know
me
,
and
the
child
,
God
bless
her
,
would
think
that
any
stranger
pursuing
them
had
a
design
upon
her
grandfather
’
s
liberty
—
can
I
do
better
than
take
this
lad
,
whom
they
both
know
and
will
readily
remember
,
as
an
assurance
to
them
of
my
friendly
intentions
?
’
‘
Certainly
not
,
’
replied
the
Notary
.
‘
Take
Christopher
by
all
means
.
’
‘
I
beg
your
pardon
,
Sir
,
’
said
Kit
,
who
had
listened
to
this
discourse
with
a
lengthening
countenance
,
‘
but
if
that
’
s
the
reason
,
I
’
m
afraid
I
should
do
more
harm
than
good
—
Miss
Nell
,
Sir
,
she
knows
me
,
and
would
trust
in
me
,
I
am
sure
;
but
old
master
—
I
don
’
t
know
why
,
gentlemen
;
nobody
does
—
would
not
bear
me
in
his
sight
after
he
had
been
ill
,
and
Miss
Nell
herself
told
me
that
I
must
not
go
near
him
or
let
him
see
me
any
more
.
I
should
spoil
all
that
you
were
doing
if
I
went
,
I
’
m
afraid
.
I
’
d
give
the
world
to
go
,
but
you
had
better
not
take
me
,
Sir
.
’
‘
Another
difficulty
!
’
cried
the
impetuous
gentleman
.
‘
Was
ever
man
so
beset
as
I
?
Is
there
nobody
else
that
knew
them
,
nobody
else
in
whom
they
had
any
confidence
?
Solitary
as
their
lives
were
,
is
there
no
one
person
who
would
serve
my
purpose
?
’
