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The
lad
had
a
remarkable
manner
of
standing
sideways
as
he
spoke
,
and
thrusting
his
head
forward
over
his
shoulder
,
as
if
he
could
not
get
at
his
voice
without
that
accompanying
action
.
I
think
he
would
have
amused
one
anywhere
,
but
the
child
’
s
exquisite
enjoyment
of
his
oddity
,
and
the
relief
it
was
to
find
that
there
was
something
she
associated
with
merriment
in
a
place
that
appeared
so
unsuited
to
her
,
were
quite
irresistible
.
It
was
a
great
point
too
that
Kit
himself
was
flattered
by
the
sensation
he
created
,
and
after
several
efforts
to
preserve
his
gravity
,
burst
into
a
loud
roar
,
and
so
stood
with
his
mouth
wide
open
and
his
eyes
nearly
shut
,
laughing
violently
.
The
old
man
had
again
relapsed
into
his
former
abstraction
and
took
no
notice
of
what
passed
,
but
I
remarked
that
when
her
laugh
was
over
,
the
child
’
s
bright
eyes
were
dimmed
with
tears
,
called
forth
by
the
fullness
of
heart
with
which
she
welcomed
her
uncouth
favourite
after
the
little
anxiety
of
the
night
.
As
for
Kit
himself
(
whose
laugh
had
been
all
the
time
one
of
that
sort
which
very
little
would
change
into
a
cry
)
he
carried
a
large
slice
of
bread
and
meat
and
a
mug
of
beer
into
a
corner
,
and
applied
himself
to
disposing
of
them
with
great
voracity
.
‘
Ah
!
’
said
the
old
man
turning
to
me
with
a
sigh
,
as
if
I
had
spoken
to
him
but
that
moment
,
‘
you
don
’
t
know
what
you
say
when
you
tell
me
that
I
don
’
t
consider
her
.
’
‘
You
must
not
attach
too
great
weight
to
a
remark
founded
on
first
appearances
,
my
friend
,
’
said
I
.
‘
No
,
’
returned
the
old
man
thoughtfully
,
‘
no
.
Come
hither
,
Nell
.
’
The
little
girl
hastened
from
her
seat
,
and
put
her
arm
about
his
neck
.
‘
Do
I
love
thee
,
Nell
?
’
said
he
.
‘
Say
—
do
I
love
thee
,
Nell
,
or
no
?
’
The
child
only
answered
by
her
caresses
,
and
laid
her
head
upon
his
breast
.
‘
Why
dost
thou
sob
?
’
said
the
grandfather
,
pressing
her
closer
to
him
and
glancing
towards
me
.
‘
Is
it
because
thou
know
’
st
I
love
thee
,
and
dost
not
like
that
I
should
seem
to
doubt
it
by
my
question
?
Well
,
well
—
then
let
us
say
I
love
thee
dearly
.
’
‘
Indeed
,
indeed
you
do
,
’
replied
the
child
with
great
earnestness
,
‘
Kit
knows
you
do
.
’
