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           Hendonfollowedafterhim,passedhim,andplungeddownthestairstwostepsatastride,muttering,"‘Tisthatscurvyvillainthatclaimedhewashisson.Ihavelostthee,mypoorlittlemadmaster—itisabitterthought—andIhadcometolovetheeso!No!bybookandbell,notlost!Notlost,forIwillransackthelandtillIfindtheeagain.Poorchild,yonderishisbreakfast—andmine,butIhavenohungernow;so,lettheratshaveit—speed,speed!thatistheword!"AshewormedhisswiftwaythroughthenoisymultitudesupontheBridgeheseveraltimessaidtohimself—clingingtothethoughtasifitwereaparticularlypleasingone—"Hegrumbled,buthewent—hewent,yes,becausehethoughtMilesHendonaskedit,sweetlad—hewouldne’erhavedoneitforanother,Iknowitwell."