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"But, I assure you, I won't stay a minute; wait for me," added Loveit; and he slunk back again to prove that he was not Little Panado.
"No," said Loveit, "to be sure it does not signify; but one does not like to be called Little Panado: besides," added he, after going a few steps farther, "they'll all think it so ill-natured. I had better go back, and just tell them that I'm very sorry I can't get their shuttlecock; do come back with me." "No," said Hardy, "I can't go back; and you'd better not."
Tarlton took particular pains to humour him and bring him into temper again; and even though he was not very apt to part with his playthings, went so far as to say, "Loveit, the other day you wanted a top; I'll give you mine if you desire it." Loveit thanked him, and was overjoyed at the thought of possessing this top. "But what did you want to say to me just now?"
Loveit returned no answer, but continued standing at the window. Nor did he watch long in vain. Presently he saw Tom gliding slowly along a by-path, and get over the gate into the lane. "He's gone to do it!" exclaimed Loveit aloud, with an emotion which he could not command. "Who's gone? to do what?" cried Hardy, starting up. "How cruel! how wicked!" continued Loveit.
"Look here," said Tarlton, drawing something from his pocket wrapped in a blue handkerchief. "What's that?" Tarlton opened it. "Raw meat!" exclaimed Loveit. "How came you by it?" "Tom, the servant boy, Tom got it for me; and I'm to give him sixpence." "And is it for the dog?" "Yes; I vowed I'd be revenged on him, and after this he'll never bark again." "Never bark again! What do you mean?
Loveit, and the Barbarity of Triumphing over her Anguish for losing him, is another Instance of his Honesty, as well as his Good-nature. As to his fine Language; he calls the Orange-Woman, who, it seems, is inclined to grow Fat, An Over-grown Jade, with a Flasket of Guts before her; and salutes her with a pretty Phrase of How now, Double Tripe? Unnatural Mixture of senseless Common-Place!
He waited to see what everybody else would do: nobody stirred; so Loveit stood still. "Well, then," cried Tarlton, giving his hand to the boy next him, then to the next, "your word and honour that you won't betray me; but stand by me, and I'll stand by you." Each boy gave his hand and his promise; repeating, "Stand by me, and I'll stand by you."
His eye fell upon no one, not even upon Loveit, who pulled him by the coat as he passed everyone felt almost afraid to breathe. "Well, sir," said Mr. Power, sitting down in Mr. Trueman's elbow-chair, and placing the prisoner opposite to him; "well, sir, what have you to say to me this morning?" "Nothing, sir," answered Hardy, in a decided, yet modest manner; "nothing but what I said last night."
Nor could he help observing that Tarlton, with all his vaunted prowess, was the first to run away from the appearance of danger. The next morning Loveit could not help reproaching the party with their conduct. "Why could not you, any of you, stay one minute to help me?" said he. "We did not hear you call," answered one.
"But only just ask him, to hear what he'll say." "I don't want to hear what he'll say," cried Loveit, vehemently: "the dog will die in agonies in agonies! There was a dog poisoned at my father's I saw him in the yard. Poor creature! He lay and howled and writhed himself!" "Poor creature! Well, there's no harm done now," cried Tarlton, in a hypocritical tone.
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