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Chapter 19

           

           ‘O,nowhereinparticular,’repliedCodlin,alittleputoutasitseemedbythequestion;‘I’monlyanxiousthatyoushouldthinkmeso,anddomejustice.Youcan’tthinkwhataninterestIhaveinyou.Whydidn’tyoutellmeyourlittlehistory—thataboutyouandthepooroldgentleman?I’mthebestadviserthateverwas,andsointerestedinyou—somuchmoreinterestedthanShort.Ithinkthey’rebreakingupdownstairs;youneedn’ttellShort,youknow,thatwe’vehadthislittletalktogether.Godblessyou.Recollectthefriend.Codlin’sthefriend,notShort.Short’sverywellasfarashegoes,buttherealfriendisCodlin—notShort.’

           Ekingouttheseprofessionswithanumberofbenevolentandprotectinglooksandgreatfervourofmanner,ThomasCodlinstoleawayontiptoe,leavingthechildinastateofextremesurprise.Shewasstillruminatinguponhiscuriousbehaviour,whenthefloorofthecrazystairsandlandingcrackedbeneaththetreadoftheothertravellerswhowerepassingtotheirbeds.Whentheyhadallpassed,andthesoundoftheirfootstepshaddiedaway,oneofthemreturned,andafteralittlehesitationandrustlinginthepassage,asifheweredoubtfulwhatdoortoknockat,knockedathers.

           ‘Yes,’saidthechildfromwithin.

           ‘It’sme—Short’—avoicecalledthroughthekeyhole.‘Ionlywantedtosaythatwemustbeoffearlyto-morrowmorning,mydear,becauseunlesswegetthestartofthedogsandtheconjuror,thevillageswon’tbeworthapenny.You’llbesuretobestirringearlyandgowithus?I’llcallyou.

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