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Upon
these
tenements
,
the
attention
of
the
child
became
exclusively
riveted
.
She
knew
not
why
.
The
church
,
the
ruin
,
the
antiquated
graves
,
had
equal
claims
at
least
upon
a
stranger
’
s
thoughts
,
but
from
the
moment
when
her
eyes
first
rested
on
these
two
dwellings
,
she
could
turn
to
nothing
else
.
Even
when
she
had
made
the
circuit
of
the
enclosure
,
and
,
returning
to
the
porch
,
sat
pensively
waiting
for
their
friend
,
she
took
her
station
where
she
could
still
look
upon
them
,
and
felt
as
if
fascinated
towards
that
spot
.
Kit
’
s
mother
and
the
single
gentleman
—
upon
whose
track
it
is
expedient
to
follow
with
hurried
steps
,
lest
this
history
should
be
chargeable
with
inconstancy
,
and
the
offence
of
leaving
its
characters
in
situations
of
uncertainty
and
doubt
—
Kit
’
s
mother
and
the
single
gentleman
,
speeding
onward
in
the
post
-
chaise
-
and
-
four
whose
departure
from
the
Notary
’
s
door
we
have
already
witnessed
,
soon
left
the
town
behind
them
,
and
struck
fire
from
the
flints
of
the
broad
highway
.
The
good
woman
,
being
not
a
little
embarrassed
by
the
novelty
of
her
situation
,
and
certain
material
apprehensions
that
perhaps
by
this
time
little
Jacob
,
or
the
baby
,
or
both
,
had
fallen
into
the
fire
,
or
tumbled
down
stairs
,
or
had
been
squeezed
behind
doors
,
or
had
scalded
their
windpipes
in
endeavouring
to
allay
their
thirst
at
the
spouts
of
tea
-
kettles
,
preserved
an
uneasy
silence
;
and
meeting
from
the
window
the
eyes
of
turnpike
-
men
,
omnibus
-
drivers
,
and
others
,
felt
in
the
new
dignity
of
her
position
like
a
mourner
at
a
funeral
,
who
,
not
being
greatly
afflicted
by
the
loss
of
the
departed
,
recognizes
his
every
-
day
acquaintance
from
the
window
of
the
mourning
coach
,
but
is
constrained
to
preserve
a
decent
solemnity
,
and
the
appearance
of
being
indifferent
to
all
external
objects
.
To
have
been
indifferent
to
the
companionship
of
the
single
gentleman
would
have
been
tantamount
to
being
gifted
with
nerves
of
steel
.
Never
did
chaise
inclose
,
or
horses
draw
,
such
a
restless
gentleman
as
he
.
He
never
sat
in
the
same
position
for
two
minutes
together
,
but
was
perpetually
tossing
his
arms
and
legs
about
,
pulling
up
the
sashes
and
letting
them
violently
down
,
or
thrusting
his
head
out
of
one
window
to
draw
it
in
again
and
thrust
it
out
of
another
.
He
carried
in
his
pocket
,
too
,
a
fire
-
box
of
mysterious
and
unknown
construction
;
and
as
sure
as
ever
Kit
’
s
mother
closed
her
eyes
,
so
surely
—
whisk
,
rattle
,
fizz
—
there
was
the
single
gentleman
consulting
his
watch
by
a
flame
of
fire
,
and
letting
the
sparks
fall
down
among
the
straw
as
if
there
were
no
such
thing
as
a
possibility
of
himself
and
Kit
’
s
mother
being
roasted
alive
before
the
boys
could
stop
their
horses
.
Whenever
they
halted
to
change
,
there
he
was
—
out
of
the
carriage
without
letting
down
the
steps
,
bursting
about
the
inn
-
yard
like
a
lighted
cracker
,
pulling
out
his
watch
by
lamp
-
light
and
forgetting
to
look
at
it
before
he
put
it
up
again
,
and
in
short
committing
so
many
extravagances
that
Kit
’
s
mother
was
quite
afraid
of
him
.
Then
,
when
the
horses
were
to
,
in
he
came
like
a
Harlequin
,
and
before
they
had
gone
a
mile
,
out
came
the
watch
and
the
fire
-
box
together
,
and
Kit
’
s
mother
as
wide
awake
again
,
with
no
hope
of
a
wink
of
sleep
for
that
stage
.
‘
Are
you
comfortable
?
’
the
single
gentleman
would
say
after
one
of
these
exploits
,
turning
sharply
round
.
‘
Quite
,
Sir
,
thank
you
.
’
‘
Are
you
sure
?
An
’
t
you
cold
?
’
‘
It
is
a
little
chilly
,
Sir
,
’
Kit
’
s
mother
would
reply
.
‘
I
knew
it
!
’
cried
the
single
gentleman
,
letting
down
one
of
the
front
glasses
.
‘
She
wants
some
brandy
and
water
!
Of
course
she
does
.
