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"
None
of
your
ventriloquising
me
,
"
said
Mr.
Thomas
Marvel
,
rising
sharply
to
his
feet
.
"
Where
are
yer
?
Alarmed
,
indeed
!
"
"
Do
n't
be
alarmed
,
"
repeated
the
Voice
.
"
You
'll
be
alarmed
in
a
minute
,
you
silly
fool
,
"
said
Mr.
Thomas
Marvel
.
"
Where
are
yer
?
Lem
me
get
my
mark
on
yer
...
"
Are
yer
buried
?
"
said
Mr.
Thomas
Marvel
,
after
an
interval
.
There
was
no
answer
.
Mr.
Thomas
Marvel
stood
bootless
and
amazed
,
his
jacket
nearly
thrown
off
.
"
Peewit
,
"
said
a
peewit
,
very
remote
.
"
Peewit
,
indeed
!
"
said
Mr.
Thomas
Marvel
.
"
This
ai
n't
no
time
for
foolery
.
"
The
down
was
desolate
,
east
and
west
,
north
and
south
;
the
road
with
its
shallow
ditches
and
white
bordering
stakes
,
ran
smooth
and
empty
north
and
south
,
and
,
save
for
that
peewit
,
the
blue
sky
was
empty
too
.
"
So
help
me
,
"
said
Mr.
Thomas
Marvel
,
shuffling
his
coat
on
to
his
shoulders
again
.
"
It
's
the
drink
!
I
might
ha
'
known
.
"
"
It
's
not
the
drink
,
"
said
the
Voice
.
"
You
keep
your
nerves
steady
.
"
"
Ow
!
"
said
Mr.
Marvel
,
and
his
face
grew
white
amidst
its
patches
.
"
It
's
the
drink
!
"
his
lips
repeated
noiselessly
.
He
remained
staring
about
him
,
rotating
slowly
backwards
.
"
I
could
have
swore
I
heard
a
voice
,
"
he
whispered
.
"
Of
course
you
did
.
"
