Dicken's works . u ? And oh, do please make haste,because its of consequence. Theres somebodywants to see you there. He sent me to say wouldyou come directly, and that he knowd all aboutKit, and could save him yet, and prove his inno-cence. What do you tell me, child ? The truth, upon my word and honor I do. Butplease to drive on — quick, please ! Ive been sucha time gone, hell think Im lost. Mr. Abel involuntarily urged the pony pony, impelled by some secret sympathy orsome new caprice, burst into a great pace, andneither slackened it, nor indulged in any eccentricperformances, un
Dicken's works . u ? And oh, do please make haste,because its of consequence. Theres somebodywants to see you there. He sent me to say wouldyou come directly, and that he knowd all aboutKit, and could save him yet, and prove his inno-cence. What do you tell me, child ? The truth, upon my word and honor I do. Butplease to drive on — quick, please ! Ive been sucha time gone, hell think Im lost. Mr. Abel involuntarily urged the pony pony, impelled by some secret sympathy orsome new caprice, burst into a great pace, andneither slackened it, nor indulged in any eccentricperformances, until they arrived at the door of lodging, where, marvellous to relate, heconsented to stop when Mr. Abel checked him. See! Its that room up there, said the Mar-chioness, pointing to one where there was a faintlight. Come ! Mr. Abel, who was one of the simplest and mostretiring creatures in existence, and naturally timidwithal, hesitated; for he had heard of people being J;.,,-- , ^^>-->_>y. THE OLD CUEIOSITY SHOP. 319 decoyed into strange places to be robbed and mur-dered, under circumstances very like the present,and, for anything he knew to the contrary, byguides very like the Marchioness. His regard forKit, however, overcame every other , intrusting Whisker to the charge of a man whowas lingering hard by in expectation of the job, hesuffered his companion to take his hand, and to leadhim up the dark and narrow stairs. He was not a little surprised to find himself con-ducted into a dimly lighted sick-chamber, where aman was sleeping tranquilly in bed. Aint it nice to see him lying there so quiet ? said his guide in an earnest whisper. Oh ! youdsay it was, if you had only seen him two or threedays ago. Mr. Abel made no answer, and, to say the truth,kept a long way from the bed and very near thedoor. His guide, who appeared to understand hisreluctance, trimmed the candle, and taking it in herhand, approached the bed. As she did so, thesle
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