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‘
What
do
you
think
I
see
in
this
very
arbour
last
night
?
’
inquired
the
boy
.
‘
Bless
us
!
What
?
’
exclaimed
the
old
lady
,
alarmed
at
the
solemn
manner
of
the
corpulent
youth
.
‘
The
strange
gentleman
—
him
as
had
his
arm
hurt
—
a
-
kissin
’
and
huggin
’
—
’
‘
Who
,
Joe
?
None
of
the
servants
,
I
hope
.
’
‘
Worser
than
that
,
’
roared
the
fat
boy
,
in
the
old
lady
’
s
ear
.
‘
Not
one
of
my
grandda
’
aters
?
’
‘
Worser
than
that
.
’
‘
Worse
than
that
,
Joe
!
’
said
the
old
lady
,
who
had
thought
this
the
extreme
limit
of
human
atrocity
.
‘
Who
was
it
,
Joe
?
I
insist
upon
knowing
.
’
The
fat
boy
looked
cautiously
round
,
and
having
concluded
his
survey
,
shouted
in
the
old
lady
’
s
ear
—
‘
Miss
Rachael
.
’
‘
What
!
’
said
the
old
lady
,
in
a
shrill
tone
.
‘
Speak
louder
.
’
