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"
Did
the
girl
scorn
my
precious
one
?
"
asked
Mother
Rigby
,
her
fierce
eyes
glowing
like
two
coals
of
Tophet
.
"
I
’
ll
cover
her
face
with
pimples
!
Her
nose
shall
be
as
red
as
the
coal
in
thy
pipe
!
Her
front
teeth
shall
drop
out
!
In
a
week
hence
she
shall
not
be
worth
thy
having
!
"
"
Let
her
alone
,
mother
,
"
answered
poor
Feathertop
;
"
the
girl
was
half
won
;
and
methinks
a
kiss
from
her
sweet
lips
might
have
made
me
altogether
human
.
But
,
"
he
added
,
after
a
brief
pause
and
then
a
howl
of
self
-
contempt
,
"
I
’
ve
seen
myself
,
mother
!
I
’
ve
seen
myself
for
the
wretched
,
ragged
,
empty
thing
I
am
!
I
’
ll
exist
no
longer
!
"
Snatching
the
pipe
from
his
mouth
,
he
flung
it
with
all
his
might
against
the
chimney
,
and
at
the
same
instant
sank
upon
the
floor
,
a
medley
of
straw
and
tattered
garments
,
with
some
sticks
protruding
from
the
heap
,
and
a
shrivelled
pumpkin
in
the
midst
.
The
eyeholes
were
now
lustreless
;
but
the
rudely
-
carved
gap
,
that
just
before
had
been
a
mouth
still
seemed
to
twist
itself
into
a
despairing
grin
,
and
was
so
far
human
.
"
Poor
fellow
!
"
quoth
Mother
Rigby
,
with
a
rueful
glance
at
the
relics
of
her
ill
-
fated
contrivance
"
My
poor
,
dear
,
pretty
Feathertop
!
There
are
thousands
upon
thousands
of
coxcombs
and
charlatans
in
the
world
,
made
up
of
just
such
a
jumble
of
wornout
,
forgotten
,
and
good
-
for
-
nothing
trash
as
he
was
!
Yet
they
live
in
fair
repute
,
and
never
see
themselves
for
what
they
are
.
And
why
should
my
poor
puppet
be
the
only
one
to
know
himself
and
perish
for
it
?
"
While
thus
muttering
,
the
witch
had
filled
a
fresh
pipe
of
tobacco
,
and
held
the
stem
between
her
fingers
,
as
doubtful
whether
to
thrust
it
into
her
own
mouth
or
Feathertop
’
s
.
"
Poor
Feathertop
!
"
she
continued
.
"
I
could
easily
give
him
another
chance
and
send
him
forth
again
tomorrow
.
But
no
;
his
feelings
are
too
tender
,
his
sensibilities
too
deep
.
He
seems
to
have
too
much
heart
to
bustle
for
his
own
advantage
in
such
an
empty
and
heartless
world
.
Well
!
well
!
I
’
ll
make
a
scarecrow
of
him
after
all
.
’
Tis
an
innocent
and
useful
vocation
,
and
will
suit
my
darling
well
;
and
,
if
each
of
his
human
brethren
had
as
fit
a
one
,
’
t
would
be
the
better
for
mankind
;
and
as
for
this
pipe
of
tobacco
,
I
need
it
more
than
he
.
"
So
saying
Mother
Rigby
put
the
stem
between
her
lips
.
"
Dickon
!
"
cried
she
,
in
her
high
,
sharp
tone
,
"
another
coal
for
my
pipe
!
"
"
Here
he
comes
!
"
shouted
the
boys
along
the
street
.
"
Here
comes
the
man
with
a
snake
in
his
bosom
!
"
This
outcry
,
saluting
Herkimer
’
s
ears
as
he
was
about
to
enter
the
iron
gate
of
the
Elliston
mansion
,
made
him
pause
.
It
was
not
without
a
shudder
that
he
found
himself
on
the
point
of
meeting
his
former
acquaintance
,
whom
he
had
known
in
the
glory
of
youth
,
and
whom
now
after
an
interval
of
five
years
,
he
was
to
find
the
victim
either
of
a
diseased
fancy
or
a
horrible
physical
misfortune
.
