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Chapter 3

           Thegatesanddikesandbankscameburstingatmethroughthemist,asiftheycriedasplainlyascouldbe,"AboywithSomebody’selse’sporkpie!Stophim!"Thecattlecameuponmewithlikesuddenness,staringoutoftheireyes,andsteamingoutoftheirnostrils,"Halloa,youngthief!"Oneblackox,withawhitecravatonwhoevenhadtomyawakenedconsciencesomethingofaclericalairfixedmesoobstinatelywithhiseyes,andmovedhisbluntheadroundinsuchanaccusatorymannerasImovedround,thatIblubberedouttohim,"Icouldn’thelpit,sir!Itwasn’tformyselfItookit!"Uponwhichheputdownhishead,blewacloudofsmokeoutofhisnose,andvanishedwithakick-upofhishind-legsandaflourishofhistail.

           Allthistime,Iwasgettingontowardstheriver;buthoweverfastIwent,Icouldn’twarmmyfeet,towhichthedampcoldseemedriveted,astheironwasrivetedtothelegofthemanIwasrunningtomeet.IknewmywaytotheBattery,prettystraight,forIhadbeendownthereonaSundaywithJoe,andJoe,sittingonanoldgun,hadtoldmethatwhenIwas’prenticetohim,regularlybound,wewouldhavesuchLarksthere!However,intheconfusionofthemist,Ifoundmyselfatlasttoofartotheright,andconsequentlyhadtotrybackalongtheriver-side,onthebankofloosestonesabovethemudandthestakesthatstakedthetideout.

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