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Chapter 41

           Inthisfearfulstateofthings,distractedbythesuddenappearanceofKit,andfascinatedbytheeyesofthepreacher,themiserableJacobsatboltupright,whollyincapableofmotion,stronglydisposedtocrybutafraidtodoso,andreturninghispastor’sgazeuntilhisinfanteyesseemedstartingfromtheirsockets.

           ‘IfImustdoitopenly,Imust,’thoughtKit.Withthathewalkedsoftlyoutofhispewandintohismother’s,andasMrSwivellerwouldhaveobservedifhehadbeenpresent,‘collared’thebabywithoutspeakingaword.

           ‘Hush,mother!’whisperedKit.‘Comealongwithme,I’vegotsomethingtotellyou.’

           ‘WhereamI?’saidMrsNubbles.

           ‘InthisblessedLittleBethel,’returnedherson,peevishly.

           ‘Blessedindeed!’criedMrsNubbles,catchingattheword.‘Oh,Christopher,howhaveIbeenedifiedthisnight!’

           ‘Yes,yes,Iknow,’saidKithastily;‘butcomealong,mother,everybody’slookingatus.Don’tmakeanoisebringJacobthat’sright!’

           ‘Stay,Satan,stay!’criedthepreacher,asKitwasmovingoff.

           ‘Thisgentlemansaysyou’retostay,Christopher,’whisperedhismother.

           ‘Stay,Satan,stay!’roaredthepreacheragain.‘Temptnotthewomanthatdothinclinehereartothee,butharkentothevoiceofhimthatcalleth.Hehathalambfromthefold!’criedthepreacher,raisinghisvoicestillhigherandpointingtothebaby.

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