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‘
He
beareth
off
a
lamb
,
a
precious
lamb
!
He
goeth
about
,
like
a
wolf
in
the
night
season
,
and
inveigleth
the
tender
lambs
!
’
Kit
was
the
best
-
tempered
fellow
in
the
world
,
but
considering
this
strong
language
,
and
being
somewhat
excited
by
the
circumstances
in
which
he
was
placed
,
he
faced
round
to
the
pulpit
with
the
baby
in
his
arms
,
and
replied
aloud
,
‘
No
,
I
don
’
t
.
He
’
s
my
brother
.
’
‘
He
’
s
my
brother
!
’
cried
the
preacher
.
‘
He
isn
’
t
,
’
said
Kit
indignantly
.
‘
How
can
you
say
such
a
thing
?
And
don
’
t
call
me
names
if
you
please
;
what
harm
have
I
done
?
I
shouldn
’
t
have
come
to
take
‘
em
away
,
unless
I
was
obliged
,
you
may
depend
upon
that
.
I
wanted
to
do
it
very
quiet
,
but
you
wouldn
’
t
let
me
.
Now
,
you
have
the
goodness
to
abuse
Satan
and
them
,
as
much
as
you
like
,
Sir
,
and
to
let
me
alone
if
you
please
.
’
So
saying
,
Kit
marched
out
of
the
chapel
,
followed
by
his
mother
and
little
Jacob
,
and
found
himself
in
the
open
air
,
with
an
indistinct
recollection
of
having
seen
the
people
wake
up
and
look
surprised
,
and
of
Quilp
having
remained
,
throughout
the
interruption
,
in
his
old
attitude
,
without
moving
his
eyes
from
the
ceiling
,
or
appearing
to
take
the
smallest
notice
of
anything
that
passed
.
‘
Oh
Kit
!
’
said
his
mother
,
with
her
handkerchief
to
her
eyes
,
‘
what
have
you
done
!
I
never
can
go
there
again
—
never
!
’
‘
I
’
m
glad
of
it
,
mother
.
What
was
there
in
the
little
bit
of
pleasure
you
took
last
night
that
made
it
necessary
for
you
to
be
low
-
spirited
and
sorrowful
tonight
?
That
’
s
the
way
you
do
.
If
you
’
re
happy
or
merry
ever
,
you
come
here
to
say
,
along
with
that
chap
,
that
you
’
re
sorry
for
it
.
More
shame
for
you
,
mother
,
I
was
going
to
say
.
’
‘
Hush
,
dear
!
’
said
Mrs
Nubbles
;
‘
you
don
’
t
mean
what
you
say
I
know
,
but
you
’
re
talking
sinfulness
.
’
‘
Don
’
t
mean
it
?
But
I
do
mean
it
!
’
retorted
Kit
.
‘
I
don
’
t
believe
,
mother
,
that
harmless
cheerfulness
and
good
humour
are
thought
greater
sins
in
Heaven
than
shirt
-
collars
are
,
and
I
do
believe
that
those
chaps
are
just
about
as
right
and
sensible
in
putting
down
the
one
as
in
leaving
off
the
other
—
that
’
s
my
belief
.
But
I
won
’
t
say
anything
more
about
it
,
if
you
’
ll
promise
not
to
cry
,
that
’
s
all
;
and
you
take
the
baby
that
’
s
a
lighter
weight
,
and
give
me
little
Jacob
;
and
as
we
go
along
(
which
we
must
do
pretty
quick
)
I
’
ll
give
you
the
news
I
bring
,
which
will
surprise
you
a
little
,
I
can
tell
you
.
There
—
that
’
s
right
.
Now
you
look
as
if
you
’
d
never
seen
Little
Bethel
in
all
your
life
,
as
I
hope
you
never
will
again
;
and
here
’
s
the
baby
;
and
little
Jacob
,
you
get
atop
of
my
back
and
catch
hold
of
me
tight
round
the
neck
,
and
whenever
a
Little
Bethel
parson
calls
you
a
precious
lamb
or
says
your
brother
’
s
one
,
you
tell
him
it
’
s
the
truest
things
he
’
s
said
for
a
twelvemonth
,
and
that
if
he
’
d
got
a
little
more
of
the
lamb
himself
,
and
less
of
the
mint
-
sauce
—
not
being
quite
so
sharp
and
sour
over
it
—
I
should
like
him
all
the
better
.
That
’
s
what
you
’
ve
got
to
say
to
him
,
Jacob
.
