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‘
What
do
you
mean
?
’
cried
the
old
man
.
‘
I
’
d
have
found
her
,
master
,
’
said
Kit
,
‘
I
’
d
have
found
her
.
I
’
ll
bet
that
I
’
d
find
her
if
she
was
above
ground
,
I
would
,
as
quick
as
anybody
,
master
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
’
Once
more
opening
his
mouth
and
shutting
his
eyes
,
and
laughing
like
a
stentor
,
Kit
gradually
backed
to
the
door
,
and
roared
himself
out
.
Free
of
the
room
,
the
boy
was
not
slow
in
taking
his
departure
;
when
he
had
gone
,
and
the
child
was
occupied
in
clearing
the
table
,
the
old
man
said
:
‘
I
haven
’
t
seemed
to
thank
you
,
sir
,
for
what
you
have
done
to
-
night
,
but
I
do
thank
you
humbly
and
heartily
,
and
so
does
she
,
and
her
thanks
are
better
worth
than
mine
.
I
should
be
sorry
that
you
went
away
,
and
thought
I
was
unmindful
of
your
goodness
,
or
careless
of
her
—
I
am
not
indeed
.
’
I
was
sure
of
that
,
I
said
,
from
what
I
had
seen
.
‘
But
,
’
I
added
,
‘
may
I
ask
you
a
question
?
’
‘
Ay
,
sir
,
’
replied
the
old
man
,
‘
What
is
it
?
’
‘
This
delicate
child
,
’
said
I
,
‘
with
so
much
beauty
and
intelligence
—
has
she
nobody
to
care
for
her
but
you
?
Has
she
no
other
companion
or
advisor
?
’
‘
No
,
’
he
returned
,
looking
anxiously
in
my
face
,
‘
no
,
and
she
wants
no
other
.
’
