Works . eak the words ; but—but—you are not whollyindiflferent to me. Mr. Tupman no sooner heard this avowal, than he proceededto do what his enthusiastic emotions prompted, and what, foraught we know (for we are but little acquainted with suchmatters), people so circumstanced always do. He jumped up,and, throwing his arm round the neck of the spinster aunt,imprinted upon her lips numerous kisses, which after a dueshow of struggling and resistance, she received so passively,that there is no telling how many more Mr. Tupman mighthave bestowed, if the lady had not given a very unaffected startan
Works . eak the words ; but—but—you are not whollyindiflferent to me. Mr. Tupman no sooner heard this avowal, than he proceededto do what his enthusiastic emotions prompted, and what, foraught we know (for we are but little acquainted with suchmatters), people so circumstanced always do. He jumped up,and, throwing his arm round the neck of the spinster aunt,imprinted upon her lips numerous kisses, which after a dueshow of struggling and resistance, she received so passively,that there is no telling how many more Mr. Tupman mighthave bestowed, if the lady had not given a very unaffected startand exclaimed in an affrighted tone— Mr. Tupman, we are observed !—we are discovered ! Mr. Tupman looked round. There was the fat boy, perfectlymotionless, with his large circular eyes staring into the arbour,but without the slightest expression on his face that the mostexpert physiognomist could have referred to astonishment, curiosity,or any other known passion that agitates the human breast. 110. i^^^-^^ /c^M- aMY/J:c ^n t/i^.j (:6n/^>u>n ff/i/u.: THE FAT BOY NOT ASLEEP THIS TIME Mr. Tupman gazed on the fat boy, and the fat boy stared athim; and the longer Mr. Tupman observed the utter vacancyof the fat boys countenance, the more convinced he becamethat he either did not know, or did not understand, anythingthat had been going forward. Under this impression, he saidwith great firmness— What do you want here, sir ? Suppers ready, sir, was the prompt reply. Have you just come here, sir ? inquired Mr. Tupman,with a piercing look. Just, replied the fat boy. Mr. Tupman looked at him very hard again; but there wasnot a wink in his eye, or a curve in his face. Mr. Tupman took the arm of the spinster aunt, and walkedtowards the house; the fat boy followed behind. He knows nothing of what has happened, he whispered. Nothing, said the spinster aunt. There was a sound behind them, as of an imperfectly sup-pressed chuckle. Mr. Tupman turned sharply round. No; itcould not h
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