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Chapter 41

           ‘Hebearethoffalamb,apreciouslamb!Hegoethabout,likeawolfinthenightseason,andinveigleththetenderlambs!’

           Kitwasthebest-temperedfellowintheworld,butconsideringthisstronglanguage,andbeingsomewhatexcitedbythecircumstancesinwhichhewasplaced,hefacedroundtothepulpitwiththebabyinhisarms,andrepliedaloud,‘No,Idon’t.He’smybrother.’

           ‘He’smybrother!’criedthepreacher.

           ‘Heisn’t,’saidKitindignantly.‘Howcanyousaysuchathing?Anddon’tcallmenamesifyouplease;whatharmhaveIdone?Ishouldn’thavecometotake‘emaway,unlessIwasobliged,youmaydependuponthat.Iwantedtodoitveryquiet,butyouwouldn’tletme.Now,youhavethegoodnesstoabuseSatanandthem,asmuchasyoulike,Sir,andtoletmealoneifyouplease.’

           Sosaying,Kitmarchedoutofthechapel,followedbyhismotherandlittleJacob,andfoundhimselfintheopenair,withanindistinctrecollectionofhavingseenthepeoplewakeupandlooksurprised,andofQuilphavingremained,throughouttheinterruption,inhisoldattitude,withoutmovinghiseyesfromtheceiling,orappearingtotakethesmallestnoticeofanythingthatpassed.

           ‘OhKit!’saidhismother,withherhandkerchieftohereyes,‘whathaveyoudone!Inevercangothereagainnever!’

           ‘I’mgladofit,mother.Whatwasthereinthelittlebitofpleasureyoutooklastnightthatmadeitnecessaryforyoutobelow-spiritedandsorrowfultonight?That’sthewayyoudo.

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