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For
some
time
,
I
am
doubtful
of
Miss
Shepherd
’
s
feelings
,
but
,
at
length
,
Fate
being
propitious
,
we
meet
at
the
dancing
-
school
.
I
have
Miss
Shepherd
for
my
partner
.
I
touch
Miss
Shepherd
’
s
glove
,
and
feel
a
thrill
go
up
the
right
arm
of
my
jacket
,
and
come
out
at
my
hair
.
I
say
nothing
to
Miss
Shepherd
,
but
we
understand
each
other
.
Miss
Shepherd
and
myself
live
but
to
be
united
.
Why
do
I
secretly
give
Miss
Shepherd
twelve
Brazil
nuts
for
a
present
,
I
wonder
?
They
are
not
expressive
of
affection
,
they
are
difficult
to
pack
into
a
parcel
of
any
regular
shape
,
they
are
hard
to
crack
,
even
in
room
doors
,
and
they
are
oily
when
cracked
;
yet
I
feel
that
they
are
appropriate
to
Miss
Shepherd
.
Soft
,
seedy
biscuits
,
also
,
I
bestow
upon
Miss
Shepherd
;
and
oranges
innumerable
.
Once
,
I
kiss
Miss
Shepherd
in
the
cloak
-
room
.
Ecstasy
!
What
are
my
agony
and
indignation
next
day
,
when
I
hear
a
flying
rumour
that
the
Misses
Nettingall
have
stood
Miss
Shepherd
in
the
stocks
for
turning
in
her
toes
!
Miss
Shepherd
being
the
one
pervading
theme
and
vision
of
my
life
,
how
do
I
ever
come
to
break
with
her
?
I
can
’
t
conceive
.
And
yet
a
coolness
grows
between
Miss
Shepherd
and
myself
.
Whispers
reach
me
of
Miss
Shepherd
having
said
she
wished
I
wouldn
’
t
stare
so
,
and
having
avowed
a
preference
for
Master
Jones
—
for
Jones
!
a
boy
of
no
merit
whatever
!
The
gulf
between
me
and
Miss
Shepherd
widens
.
At
last
,
one
day
,
I
meet
the
Misses
Nettingalls
’
establishment
out
walking
.
Miss
Shepherd
makes
a
face
as
she
goes
by
,
and
laughs
to
her
companion
.
All
is
over
.
The
devotion
of
a
life
—
it
seems
a
life
,
it
is
all
the
same
—
is
at
an
end
;
Miss
Shepherd
comes
out
of
the
morning
service
,
and
the
Royal
Family
know
her
no
more
.
I
am
higher
in
the
school
,
and
no
one
breaks
my
peace
.
I
am
not
at
all
polite
,
now
,
to
the
Misses
Nettingalls
’
young
ladies
,
and
shouldn
’
t
dote
on
any
of
them
,
if
they
were
twice
as
many
and
twenty
times
as
beautiful
.
I
think
the
dancing
-
school
a
tiresome
affair
,
and
wonder
why
the
girls
can
’
t
dance
by
themselves
and
leave
us
alone
.
I
am
growing
great
in
Latin
verses
,
and
neglect
the
laces
of
my
boots
.
Doctor
Strong
refers
to
me
in
public
as
a
promising
young
scholar
.
Mr
.
Dick
is
wild
with
joy
,
and
my
aunt
remits
me
a
guinea
by
the
next
post
.
The
shade
of
a
young
butcher
rises
,
like
the
apparition
of
an
armed
head
in
Macbeth
.
Who
is
this
young
butcher
?
He
is
the
terror
of
the
youth
of
Canterbury
.
There
is
a
vague
belief
abroad
,
that
the
beef
suet
with
which
he
anoints
his
hair
gives
him
unnatural
strength
,
and
that
he
is
a
match
for
a
man
.
He
is
a
broad
-
faced
,
bull
-
necked
,
young
butcher
,
with
rough
red
cheeks
,
an
ill
-
conditioned
mind
,
and
an
injurious
tongue
.
His
main
use
of
this
tongue
,
is
,
to
disparage
Doctor
Strong
’
s
young
gentlemen
.
He
says
,
publicly
,
that
if
they
want
anything
he
’
ll
give
it
‘
em
.
He
names
individuals
among
them
(
myself
included
)
,
whom
he
could
undertake
to
settle
with
one
hand
,
and
the
other
tied
behind
him
.
He
waylays
the
smaller
boys
to
punch
their
unprotected
heads
,
and
calls
challenges
after
me
in
the
open
streets
.
For
these
sufficient
reasons
I
resolve
to
fight
the
butcher
.
It
is
a
summer
evening
,
down
in
a
green
hollow
,
at
the
corner
of
a
wall
.
I
meet
the
butcher
by
appointment
.
I
am
attended
by
a
select
body
of
our
boys
;
the
butcher
,
by
two
other
butchers
,
a
young
publican
,
and
a
sweep
.
The
preliminaries
are
adjusted
,
and
the
butcher
and
myself
stand
face
to
face
.
In
a
moment
the
butcher
lights
ten
thousand
candles
out
of
my
left
eyebrow
.
In
another
moment
,
I
don
’
t
know
where
the
wall
is
,
or
where
I
am
,
or
where
anybody
is
.
I
hardly
know
which
is
myself
and
which
the
butcher
,
we
are
always
in
such
a
tangle
and
tussle
,
knocking
about
upon
the
trodden
grass
.
Sometimes
I
see
the
butcher
,
bloody
but
confident
;
sometimes
I
see
nothing
,
and
sit
gasping
on
my
second
’
s
knee
;
sometimes
I
go
in
at
the
butcher
madly
,
and
cut
my
knuckles
open
against
his
face
,
without
appearing
to
discompose
him
at
all
.
At
last
I
awake
,
very
queer
about
the
head
,
as
from
a
giddy
sleep
,
and
see
the
butcher
walking
off
,
congratulated
by
the
two
other
butchers
and
the
sweep
and
publican
,
and
putting
on
his
coat
as
he
goes
;
from
which
I
augur
,
justly
,
that
the
victory
is
his
.
I
am
taken
home
in
a
sad
plight
,
and
I
have
beef
-
steaks
put
to
my
eyes
,
and
am
rubbed
with
vinegar
and
brandy
,
and
find
a
great
puffy
place
bursting
out
on
my
upper
lip
,
which
swells
immoderately
.
For
three
or
four
days
I
remain
at
home
,
a
very
ill
-
looking
subject
,
with
a
green
shade
over
my
eyes
;
and
I
should
be
very
dull
,
but
that
Agnes
is
a
sister
to
me
,
and
condoles
with
me
,
and
reads
to
me
,
and
makes
the
time
light
and
happy
.
Agnes
has
my
confidence
completely
,
always
;
I
tell
her
all
about
the
butcher
,
and
the
wrongs
he
has
heaped
upon
me
;
she
thinks
I
couldn
’
t
have
done
otherwise
than
fight
the
butcher
,
while
she
shrinks
and
trembles
at
my
having
fought
him
.
