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"
No
,
not
I
.
What
can
they
do
for
you
?
You
should
not
be
roving
about
now
;
it
looks
very
ill
.
"
"
But
where
shall
I
go
if
you
drive
me
away
?
What
shall
I
do
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
'll
warrant
you
know
where
to
go
and
what
to
do
.
Mind
you
do
n't
do
wrong
,
that
'
s
all
.
Here
is
a
penny
;
now
go
--
"
"
A
penny
can
not
feed
me
,
and
I
have
no
strength
to
go
farther
.
Do
n't
shut
the
door
:
-
oh
,
do
n't
,
for
God
's
sake
!
"
"
I
must
;
the
rain
is
driving
in
--
"
"
Tell
the
young
ladies
.
Let
me
see
them
-
"
"
Indeed
,
I
will
not
.
You
are
not
what
you
ought
to
be
,
or
you
would
n't
make
such
a
noise
.
Move
off
.
"
"
But
I
must
die
if
I
am
turned
away
.
"
"
Not
you
.
I
'm
fear
'
d
you
have
some
ill
plans
agate
,
that
bring
you
about
folk
's
houses
at
this
time
o
'
night
.
If
you
'
ve
any
followers
--
housebreakers
or
such
like
--
anywhere
near
,
you
may
tell
them
we
are
not
by
ourselves
in
the
house
;
we
have
a
gentleman
,
and
dogs
,
and
guns
.
"
Here
the
honest
but
inflexible
servant
clapped
the
door
to
and
bolted
it
within
.
This
was
the
climax
.
A
pang
of
exquisite
suffering
--
a
throe
of
true
despair
--
rent
and
heaved
my
heart
.
