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It
was
not
badly
named
in
one
respect
,
being
in
truth
a
particularly
little
Bethel
—
a
Bethel
of
the
smallest
dimensions
—
with
a
small
number
of
small
pews
,
and
a
small
pulpit
,
in
which
a
small
gentleman
(
by
trade
a
Shoemaker
,
and
by
calling
a
Divine
)
was
delivering
in
a
by
no
means
small
voice
,
a
by
no
means
small
sermon
,
judging
of
its
dimensions
by
the
condition
of
his
audience
,
which
,
if
their
gross
amount
were
but
small
,
comprised
a
still
smaller
number
of
hearers
,
as
the
majority
were
slumbering
.
Among
these
was
Kit
’
s
mother
,
who
,
finding
it
matter
of
extreme
difficulty
to
keep
her
eyes
open
after
the
fatigues
of
last
night
,
and
feeling
their
inclination
to
close
strongly
backed
and
seconded
by
the
arguments
of
the
preacher
,
had
yielded
to
the
drowsiness
that
overpowered
her
,
and
fallen
asleep
;
though
not
so
soundly
but
that
she
could
,
from
time
to
time
,
utter
a
slight
and
almost
inaudible
groan
,
as
if
in
recognition
of
the
orator
’
s
doctrines
.
The
baby
in
her
arms
was
as
fast
asleep
as
she
;
and
little
Jacob
,
whose
youth
prevented
him
from
recognising
in
this
prolonged
spiritual
nourishment
anything
half
as
interesting
as
oysters
,
was
alternately
very
fast
asleep
and
very
wide
awake
,
as
his
inclination
to
slumber
,
or
his
terror
of
being
personally
alluded
to
in
the
discourse
,
gained
the
mastery
over
him
.
‘
And
now
I
’
m
here
,
’
thought
Kit
,
gliding
into
the
nearest
empty
pew
which
was
opposite
his
mother
’
s
,
and
on
the
other
side
of
the
little
aisle
,
‘
how
am
I
ever
to
get
at
her
,
or
persuade
her
to
come
out
!
I
might
as
well
be
twenty
miles
off
.
She
’
ll
never
wake
till
it
’
s
all
over
,
and
there
goes
the
clock
again
!
If
he
would
but
leave
off
for
a
minute
,
or
if
they
’
d
only
sing
!
’
But
there
was
little
encouragement
to
believe
that
either
event
would
happen
for
a
couple
of
hours
to
come
.
The
preacher
went
on
telling
them
what
he
meant
to
convince
them
of
before
he
had
done
,
and
it
was
clear
that
if
he
only
kept
to
one
-
half
of
his
promises
and
forgot
the
other
,
he
was
good
for
that
time
at
least
.
In
his
desperation
and
restlessness
Kit
cast
his
eyes
about
the
chapel
,
and
happening
to
let
them
fall
upon
a
little
seat
in
front
of
the
clerk
’
s
desk
,
could
scarcely
believe
them
when
they
showed
him
—
Quilp
!
He
rubbed
them
twice
or
thrice
,
but
still
they
insisted
that
Quilp
was
there
,
and
there
indeed
he
was
,
sitting
with
his
hands
upon
his
knees
,
and
his
hat
between
them
on
a
little
wooden
bracket
,
with
the
accustomed
grin
on
his
dirty
face
,
and
his
eyes
fixed
upon
the
ceiling
.
He
certainly
did
not
glance
at
Kit
or
at
his
mother
,
and
appeared
utterly
unconscious
of
their
presence
;
still
Kit
could
not
help
feeling
,
directly
,
that
the
attention
of
the
sly
little
fiend
was
fastened
upon
them
,
and
upon
nothing
else
.
But
,
astounded
as
he
was
by
the
apparition
of
the
dwarf
among
the
Little
Bethelites
,
and
not
free
from
a
misgiving
that
it
was
the
forerunner
of
some
trouble
or
annoyance
,
he
was
compelled
to
subdue
his
wonder
and
to
take
active
measures
for
the
withdrawal
of
his
parent
,
as
the
evening
was
now
creeping
on
,
and
the
matter
grew
serious
.
Therefore
,
the
next
time
little
Jacob
woke
,
Kit
set
himself
to
attract
his
wandering
attention
,
and
this
not
being
a
very
difficult
task
(
one
sneeze
effected
it
)
,
he
signed
to
him
to
rouse
his
mother
.
Ill
-
luck
would
have
it
,
however
,
that
,
just
then
,
the
preacher
,
in
a
forcible
exposition
of
one
head
of
his
discourse
,
leaned
over
upon
the
pulpit
-
desk
so
that
very
little
more
of
him
than
his
legs
remained
inside
;
and
,
while
he
made
vehement
gestures
with
his
right
hand
,
and
held
on
with
his
left
,
stared
,
or
seemed
to
stare
,
straight
into
little
Jacob
’
s
eyes
,
threatening
him
by
his
strained
look
and
attitude
—
so
it
appeared
to
the
child
—
that
if
he
so
much
as
moved
a
muscle
,
he
,
the
preacher
,
would
be
literally
,
and
not
figuratively
,
‘
down
upon
him
’
that
instant
.
