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The
very
pipe
,
in
which
burned
the
spell
of
all
this
wonderwork
,
ceased
to
appear
as
a
smoke
-
blackened
earthen
stump
,
and
became
a
meerschaum
,
with
painted
bowl
and
amber
mouthpiece
.
It
might
be
apprehended
,
however
,
that
as
the
life
of
the
illusion
seemed
identical
with
the
vapor
of
the
pipe
,
it
would
terminate
simultaneously
with
the
reduction
of
the
tobacco
to
ashes
.
But
the
beldam
foresaw
the
difficulty
.
"
Hold
thou
the
pipe
,
my
precious
one
,
"
said
she
,
"
while
I
fill
it
for
thee
again
.
"
It
was
sorrowful
to
behold
how
the
fine
gentleman
began
to
fade
back
into
a
scarecrow
while
Mother
Rigby
shook
the
ashes
out
of
the
pipe
and
proceeded
to
replenish
it
from
her
tobacco
-
box
.
"
Dickon
,
"
cried
she
,
in
her
high
,
sharp
tone
,
"
another
coal
for
this
pipe
!
"
No
sooner
said
than
the
intensely
red
speck
of
fire
was
glowing
within
the
pipe
-
bowl
;
and
the
scarecrow
,
without
waiting
for
the
witch
’
s
bidding
,
applied
the
tube
to
his
lips
and
drew
in
a
few
short
,
convulsive
whiffs
,
which
soon
,
however
,
became
regular
and
equable
.
"
Now
,
mine
own
heart
’
s
darling
,
"
quoth
Mother
Rigby
,
"
whatever
may
happen
to
thee
,
thou
must
stick
to
thy
pipe
.
Thy
life
is
in
it
;
and
that
,
at
least
,
thou
knowest
well
,
if
thou
knowest
nought
besides
.
Stick
to
thy
pipe
,
I
say
!
Smoke
,
puff
,
blow
thy
cloud
;
and
tell
the
people
,
if
any
question
be
made
,
that
it
is
for
thy
health
,
and
that
so
the
physician
orders
thee
to
do
.
And
,
sweet
one
,
when
thou
shalt
find
thy
pipe
getting
low
,
go
apart
into
some
corner
,
and
(
first
filling
thyself
with
smoke
)
cry
sharply
,
’
Dickon
,
a
fresh
pipe
of
tobacco
!
’
and
,
’
Dickon
,
another
coal
for
my
pipe
!
’
and
have
it
into
thy
pretty
mouth
as
speedily
as
may
be
.
Else
,
instead
of
a
gallant
gentleman
in
a
gold
-
laced
coat
,
thou
wilt
be
but
a
jumble
of
sticks
and
tattered
clothes
,
and
a
bag
of
straw
,
and
a
withered
pumpkin
!
Now
depart
,
my
treasure
,
and
good
luck
go
with
thee
!
"
"
Never
fear
,
mother
!
"
said
the
figure
,
in
a
stout
voice
,
and
sending
forth
a
courageous
whiff
of
smoke
,
"
I
will
thrive
,
if
an
honest
man
and
a
gentleman
may
!
"
"
Oh
,
thou
wilt
be
the
death
of
me
!
"
cried
the
old
witch
,
convulsed
with
laughter
.
"
That
was
well
said
.
If
an
honest
man
and
a
gentleman
may
!
Thou
playest
thy
part
to
perfection
.
Get
along
with
thee
for
a
smart
fellow
;
and
I
will
wager
on
thy
head
,
as
a
man
of
pith
and
substance
,
with
a
brain
and
what
they
call
a
heart
,
and
all
else
that
a
man
should
have
,
against
any
other
thing
on
two
legs
.
I
hold
myself
a
better
witch
than
yesterday
,
for
thy
sake
.
Did
not
I
make
thee
?
And
I
defy
any
witch
in
New
England
to
make
such
another
!
Here
;
take
my
staff
along
with
thee
!
"
