'So these are all the parcels; are they,
John?'
'That's all,' said John. 'Why -- no -- I --' laying
down his knife and fork, and taking a long breath.
'I declare -- I've clean forgotten the old gentleman!'
'The old gentleman?'
'In the cart,' said John. 'He was asleep, among
the straw, the last time I saw him. I've very nearly
remembered him, twice, since I came in; but, he went
out of my head again. Holloa! Yahip there! Rouse
up! That's my hearty!'
John said these latter words outside the door,
whither he had hurried with the candle in his hand.
Miss Slowboy, conscious of some mysterious ref-
erence to The Old Gentleman, and connecting in her
mystified imagination certain associations of a re-
ligious nature with the phrase, was so disturbed, that
hastily rising from the low chair by the fire to seek
protection near the skirts of her mistress, and coming
into contact as she crossed the doorway with an an-
cient Stranger, she instinctively made a charge or
butt at him with the only offensive instrument within
her reach.
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