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‘
Why
it
was
only
last
night
,
sir
,
’
whispered
Kit
’
s
mother
,
‘
that
I
left
him
in
Little
Bethel
.
’
‘
Indeed
!
’
said
her
fellow
-
passenger
.
‘
When
did
that
person
come
here
,
waiter
?
’
‘
Come
down
by
the
night
-
coach
,
this
morning
,
sir
.
’
‘
Humph
!
And
when
is
he
going
?
’
‘
Can
’
t
say
,
sir
,
really
.
When
the
chambermaid
asked
him
just
now
if
he
should
want
a
bed
,
sir
,
he
first
made
faces
at
her
,
and
then
wanted
to
kiss
her
.
’
‘
Beg
him
to
walk
this
way
,
’
said
the
single
gentleman
.
‘
I
should
be
glad
to
exchange
a
word
with
him
,
tell
him
.
Beg
him
to
come
at
once
,
do
you
hear
?
’
The
man
stared
on
receiving
these
instructions
,
for
the
single
gentleman
had
not
only
displayed
as
much
astonishment
as
Kit
’
s
mother
at
sight
of
the
dwarf
,
but
,
standing
in
no
fear
of
him
,
had
been
at
less
pains
to
conceal
his
dislike
and
repugnance
.
He
departed
on
his
errand
,
however
,
and
immediately
returned
,
ushering
in
its
object
.
‘
Your
servant
,
sir
,
’
said
the
dwarf
,
‘
I
encountered
your
messenger
half
-
way
.
I
thought
you
’
d
allow
me
to
pay
my
compliments
to
you
.
I
hope
you
’
re
well
.
I
hope
you
’
re
very
well
.
’
There
was
a
short
pause
,
while
the
dwarf
,
with
half
-
shut
eyes
and
puckered
face
,
stood
waiting
for
an
answer
.
Receiving
none
,
he
turned
towards
his
more
familiar
acquaintance
.
