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The
fat
boy
,
gradually
recovering
his
former
position
,
replied
with
a
heavy
sigh
,
and
,
remaining
thoughtful
for
a
few
moments
,
drank
a
long
draught
of
the
porter
.
Having
achieved
this
feat
,
he
sighed
again
,
and
applied
himself
assiduously
to
the
pie
.
‘
What
a
nice
young
lady
Miss
Emily
is
!
’
said
Mary
,
after
a
long
silence
.
The
fat
boy
had
by
this
time
finished
the
pie
.
He
fixed
his
eyes
on
Mary
,
and
replied
—
‘
I
knows
a
nicerer
.
’
‘
Indeed
!
’
said
Mary
.
‘
Yes
,
indeed
!
’
replied
the
fat
boy
,
with
unwonted
vivacity
.
‘
What
’
s
her
name
?
’
inquired
Mary
.
‘
What
’
s
yours
?
’
‘
Mary
.
’
‘
So
’
s
hers
,
’
said
the
fat
boy
.
‘
You
’
re
her
.
’
The
boy
grinned
to
add
point
to
the
compliment
,
and
put
his
eyes
into
something
between
a
squint
and
a
cast
,
which
there
is
reason
to
believe
he
intended
for
an
ogle
.
