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Chapter 21 — Mr. Bedford at Littlestone

           “Nothingtobeseenthere,”criedthelittleman,rushingforthedoor.

           “It’sthatboy!”Icried,bawlinginhoarsefury;“it’sthataccursedboy!”andturningaboutIpushedthewaiteraside—hewasjustbringingmesomemoretoast—andrushedviolentlyoutoftheroomanddownandoutuponthequeerlittleesplanadeinfrontofthehotel.

           Thesea,whichhadbeensmooth,wasroughnowwithhurryingcat’s-paws,andallaboutwherethespherehadbeenwastumbledwaterlikethewakeofaship.Above,alittlepuffofcloudwhirledlikedispersingsmoke,andthethreeorfourpeopleonthebeachwerestaringupwithinterrogativefacestowardsthepointofthatunexpectedreport.Andthatwasall!Bootsandwaiterandthefouryoungmeninblazerscamerushingoutbehindme.Shoutscamefromwindowsanddoors,andallsortsofworryingpeoplecameintosight—agape.

           ForatimeIstoodthere,toooverwhelmedbythisnewdevelopmenttothinkofthepeople.

           AtfirstIwastoostunnedtoseethethingasanydefinitedisaster—Iwasjuststunned,asamanisbysomeaccidentalviolentblow.Itisonlyafterwardshebeginstoappreciatehisspecificinjury.

           “GoodLord!”

           Ifeltasthoughsomebodywaspouringfunkoutofacandownthebackofmyneck.Mylegsbecamefeeble.Ihadgotthefirstintimationofwhatthedisastermeantforme.Therewasthatconfoundedboy—skyhigh!Iwasutterlyleft.Therewasthegoldinthecoffee-room—myonlypossessiononearth.Howwoulditallworkout?Thegeneraleffectwasofagiganticunmanageableconfusion.

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