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‘
I
say
,
’
returned
Sampson
violently
,
‘
that
he
is
not
.
What
do
you
mean
?
How
dare
you
?
Are
characters
to
be
whispered
away
like
this
?
Do
you
know
that
he
’
s
the
honestest
and
faithfullest
fellow
that
ever
lived
,
and
that
he
has
an
irreproachable
good
name
?
Come
in
,
come
in
!
’
These
last
words
were
not
addressed
to
Miss
Sally
,
though
they
partook
of
the
tone
in
which
the
indignant
remonstrances
that
preceded
them
had
been
uttered
They
were
addressed
to
some
person
who
had
knocked
at
the
office
-
door
;
and
they
had
hardly
passed
the
lips
of
Mr
Brass
,
when
this
very
Kit
himself
looked
in
.
‘
Is
the
gentleman
up
-
stairs
,
sir
,
if
you
please
?
’
‘
Yes
,
Kit
,
’
said
Brass
,
still
fired
with
an
honest
indignation
,
and
frowning
with
knotted
brows
upon
his
sister
;
‘
Yes
Kit
,
he
is
.
I
am
glad
to
see
you
Kit
,
I
am
rejoiced
to
see
you
.
Look
in
again
,
as
you
come
down
-
stairs
,
Kit
.
That
lad
a
robber
!
’
cried
Brass
when
he
had
withdrawn
,
‘
with
that
frank
and
open
countenance
!
I
’
d
trust
him
with
untold
gold
.
Mr
Richard
,
sir
,
have
the
goodness
to
step
directly
to
Wrasp
and
Co
.
‘
s
in
Broad
Street
,
and
inquire
if
they
have
had
instructions
to
appear
in
Carkem
and
Painter
.
That
lad
a
robber
,
’
sneered
Sampson
,
flushed
and
heated
with
his
wrath
.
‘
Am
I
blind
,
deaf
,
silly
;
do
I
know
nothing
of
human
nature
when
I
see
it
before
me
?
Kit
a
robber
!
Bah
!
’
Flinging
this
final
interjection
at
Miss
Sally
with
immeasurable
scorn
and
contempt
,
Sampson
Brass
thrust
his
head
into
his
desk
,
as
if
to
shut
the
base
world
from
his
view
,
and
breathed
defiance
from
under
its
half
-
closed
lid
.
When
Kit
,
having
discharged
his
errand
,
came
down
-
stairs
from
the
single
gentleman
’
s
apartment
after
the
lapse
of
a
quarter
of
an
hour
or
so
,
Mr
Sampson
Brass
was
alone
in
the
office
.
He
was
not
singing
as
usual
,
nor
was
he
seated
at
his
desk
.
The
open
door
showed
him
standing
before
the
fire
with
his
back
towards
it
,
and
looking
so
very
strange
that
Kit
supposed
he
must
have
been
suddenly
taken
ill
.
‘
Is
anything
the
matter
,
sir
?
’
said
Kit
.
‘
Matter
!
’
cried
Brass
.
‘
No
.
Why
anything
the
matter
?
’
‘
You
are
so
very
pale
,
’
said
Kit
,
‘
that
I
should
hardly
have
known
you
.
’
