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    ONE afternoon s o flo door and ed t t seem to be enjoying ting porc  and to be searc  disclosed by t er a visit of akems rifling fault en ten  a lasting terror in Maggies mind. t  some time or ot beat o speak in  t. t of all dread  o  misfortune tcrievably disgraceful. ttered scoms ude under t dread, and again and again ears, as tnut trees nor tant  only future scenes of e and of footsteps on t  tom  a man in a sealskin cap and a blue pluscoat, carrying a pack on errier of brindled coat and defiant aspect.

    `O Bob, its you! said Maggie, starting up ion, for ts to efface tion of Bobs generosity. `Im so glad to see you.

    `ting ed face, but immediately relieving  by looking do one of disgust, `Get out hunderin sawney!

    `My brot at , Bob, said Maggie, ` St Oggs in time.

    `ell, Miss, said Bob, `I so see Mr tom - but t isnt just w Im come for - look here!

    Bob  of depositing ep, and  a roened togetring. Apparently,  t to tention, but rathing which he had carried under his arm, wrapped in a red handkerchief.

    `See , `you  too free, Miss, I  I lig t make up to you a bit for t; for I urs - an as for picturs, look here!

    ted `Keepsake and six or seven numbers of a `Portrait Gallery, in royal octavo; and tic request to look referred to a portrait of George ty of h.

    `ts o genelmen  on, turning over tement, `s o noses - an some bald an some  genelmen, I reckon. An o cry - look tin on t o door dressed like t out ot