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The
boy
stood
,
for
a
moment
,
really
bereft
,
by
the
apprehension
he
had
conjured
up
,
of
the
power
to
move
.
The
footsteps
drew
nearer
,
the
door
was
opened
with
a
hasty
hand
,
and
the
child
herself
,
pale
and
breathless
,
and
hastily
wrapped
in
a
few
disordered
garments
,
hurried
into
the
room
.
‘
Miss
Nelly
!
What
is
the
matter
!
’
cried
mother
and
son
together
.
‘
I
must
not
stay
a
moment
,
’
she
returned
,
‘
grandfather
has
been
taken
very
ill
.
I
found
him
in
a
fit
upon
the
floor
—
’
‘
I
’
ll
run
for
a
doctor
’
—
said
Kit
,
seizing
his
brimless
hat
.
‘
I
’
ll
be
there
directly
,
I
’
ll
—
’
‘
No
,
no
,
’
cried
Nell
,
‘
there
is
one
there
,
you
’
re
not
wanted
,
you
—
you
—
must
never
come
near
us
any
more
!
’
‘
What
!
’
roared
Kit
.
‘
Never
again
,
’
said
the
child
.
‘
Don
’
t
ask
me
why
,
for
I
don
’
t
know
.
Pray
don
’
t
ask
me
why
,
pray
don
’
t
be
sorry
,
pray
don
’
t
be
vexed
with
me
!
I
have
nothing
to
do
with
it
indeed
!
’
Kit
looked
at
her
with
his
eyes
stretched
wide
;
and
opened
and
shut
his
mouth
a
great
many
times
;
but
couldn
’
t
get
out
one
word
.
‘
He
complains
and
raves
of
you
,
’
said
the
child
,
‘
I
don
’
t
know
what
you
have
done
,
but
I
hope
it
’
s
nothing
very
bad
.
’
