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With
many
thanks
,
and
many
more
self
-
reproaches
for
having
on
such
slight
grounds
suspected
one
who
in
their
very
first
conversation
turned
out
such
a
different
man
from
what
he
had
supposed
,
Kit
took
the
money
and
made
the
best
of
his
way
home
.
Mr
Brass
remained
airing
himself
at
the
fire
,
and
resumed
his
vocal
exercise
,
and
his
seraphic
smile
,
simultaneously
‘
May
I
come
in
?
’
said
Miss
Sally
,
peeping
.
‘
Oh
yes
,
you
may
come
in
,
’
returned
her
brother
.
‘
Ahem
!
’
coughed
Miss
Brass
interrogatively
.
‘
Why
,
yes
,
’
returned
Sampson
,
‘
I
should
say
as
good
as
done
.
’
Mr
Chuckster
’
s
indignant
apprehensions
were
not
without
foundation
.
Certainly
the
friendship
between
the
single
gentleman
and
Mr
Garland
was
not
suffered
to
cool
,
but
had
a
rapid
growth
and
flourished
exceedingly
.
They
were
soon
in
habits
of
constant
intercourse
and
communication
;
and
the
single
gentleman
labouring
at
this
time
under
a
slight
attack
of
illness
—
the
consequence
most
probably
of
his
late
excited
feelings
and
subsequent
disappointment
—
furnished
a
reason
for
their
holding
yet
more
frequent
correspondence
;
so
that
some
one
of
the
inmates
of
Abel
Cottage
,
Finchley
,
came
backwards
and
forwards
between
that
place
and
Bevis
Marks
,
almost
every
day
.
As
the
pony
had
now
thrown
off
all
disguise
,
and
without
any
mincing
of
the
matter
or
beating
about
the
bush
,
sturdily
refused
to
be
driven
by
anybody
but
Kit
,
it
generally
happened
that
whether
old
Mr
Garland
came
,
or
Mr
Abel
,
Kit
was
of
the
party
.
Of
all
messages
and
inquiries
,
Kit
was
,
in
right
of
his
position
,
the
bearer
;
thus
it
came
about
that
,
while
the
single
gentleman
remained
indisposed
,
Kit
turned
into
Bevis
Marks
every
morning
with
nearly
as
much
regularity
as
the
General
Postman
.
Mr
Sampson
Brass
,
who
no
doubt
had
his
reasons
for
looking
sharply
about
him
,
soon
learnt
to
distinguish
the
pony
’
s
trot
and
the
clatter
of
the
little
chaise
at
the
corner
of
the
street
.
Whenever
the
sound
reached
his
ears
,
he
would
immediately
lay
down
his
pen
and
fall
to
rubbing
his
hands
and
exhibiting
the
greatest
glee
.
‘
Ha
ha
!
’
he
would
cry
.
‘
Here
’
s
the
pony
again
!
Most
remarkable
pony
,
extremely
docile
,
eh
,
Mr
Richard
,
eh
sir
?
’
