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In
this
fearful
state
of
things
,
distracted
by
the
sudden
appearance
of
Kit
,
and
fascinated
by
the
eyes
of
the
preacher
,
the
miserable
Jacob
sat
bolt
upright
,
wholly
incapable
of
motion
,
strongly
disposed
to
cry
but
afraid
to
do
so
,
and
returning
his
pastor
’
s
gaze
until
his
infant
eyes
seemed
starting
from
their
sockets
.
‘
If
I
must
do
it
openly
,
I
must
,
’
thought
Kit
.
With
that
he
walked
softly
out
of
his
pew
and
into
his
mother
’
s
,
and
as
Mr
Swiveller
would
have
observed
if
he
had
been
present
,
‘
collared
’
the
baby
without
speaking
a
word
.
‘
Hush
,
mother
!
’
whispered
Kit
.
‘
Come
along
with
me
,
I
’
ve
got
something
to
tell
you
.
’
‘
Where
am
I
?
’
said
Mrs
Nubbles
.
‘
In
this
blessed
Little
Bethel
,
’
returned
her
son
,
peevishly
.
‘
Blessed
indeed
!
’
cried
Mrs
Nubbles
,
catching
at
the
word
.
‘
Oh
,
Christopher
,
how
have
I
been
edified
this
night
!
’
‘
Yes
,
yes
,
I
know
,
’
said
Kit
hastily
;
‘
but
come
along
,
mother
,
everybody
’
s
looking
at
us
.
Don
’
t
make
a
noise
—
bring
Jacob
—
that
’
s
right
!
’
‘
Stay
,
Satan
,
stay
!
’
cried
the
preacher
,
as
Kit
was
moving
off
.
‘
This
gentleman
says
you
’
re
to
stay
,
Christopher
,
’
whispered
his
mother
.
‘
Stay
,
Satan
,
stay
!
’
roared
the
preacher
again
.
‘
Tempt
not
the
woman
that
doth
incline
her
ear
to
thee
,
but
harken
to
the
voice
of
him
that
calleth
.
He
hath
a
lamb
from
the
fold
!
’
cried
the
preacher
,
raising
his
voice
still
higher
and
pointing
to
the
baby
.
