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My driver, however, although he knew plenty of Smiths in the town, knew no one answering to Jack's description; and, now that Packworth was in sight, I began to feel rather foolish to have come so far on such a wild-goose chase.
Packworth is a large town with about 40,000 inhabitants; and when, having bidden farewell to the good-natured baker, I found myself in its crowded bustling streets, any chance of running against my old chum seemed very remote indeed.
Packworth, I knew, was a large town about ten miles from Brownstroke, where my uncle now and then went on business. Did Jack live there, then? And if he did, why had he never told me? At any rate, I could get over and see him in the holidays. "Write to me." How was that possible here? unless, indeed unless I could smuggle the letter into the post. Poor Jack expelled!
It was very strange, for I distinctly remembered no having it in my hand after leaving Packworth. Then suddenly it occurred to me I must have had it in my hand when I met the runaway pony, and in the confusion of that adventure have dropped it. So I had not even the satisfaction of reading over my own touching effusion, which deprived me of a great intellectual treat.
Write `J., Post-Office, Packworth." Expelled! sent off at an hour's notice, without even a word of good-bye! My first sensations were selfish, and as I curled myself up in bed, with his note fast in my hand, I felt utterly wretched, to know that my only friend, the only comfort I had at Stonebridge House, had been taken away. What should I do without him? Expelled! Where had he gone to, then?
Look, here's a jolly Brazil one; I got it what's the matter?" I heard not a word of his chatter, for the letter was from Packworth. "Sir, We're afraid poor Master Johnny is very bad he's been taken to the hospital. He said, when he took ill, that it must have been a boy he took out of the streets and let sleep in his bed. Oh, sir, we are so sad! The young lady is better; but if Johnny dies "
I could hardly help laughing at his description, though its details reminded me sadly of my old follies and their consequences. The most extraordinary raving of all, however, was that which referred to my stopping the little girl's runaway pony at Packworth years ago an incident I don't believe I had ever once thought of since.
"I could do with a fifty-pun' note pretty comfortable." "Oh, but really, how much? I want to go to Packworth awfully, but it's such a long way to walk." "What do you weigh, eh?" "I don't know; about seven stone, I think." "If you was eight stun I wouldn't take you, there! But hop up!"
No wonder he had always shrunk from any reference to that unhappy home. But why had he told me all about it now? I could almost guess the reason. For the last month or two he had been back at the nearest approach to a home that he possessed, at his old nurse's cottage at Packworth, with her and his sister.
However, they both agreed that he had done the proper thing in speaking out now, and willingly agreed to let him take his holiday at the time proposed, so as to accompany his father to Packworth. So a great weight was taken off our minds, and the consciousness that now nothing remained concealed from our employers enabled us to bear Hawkesbury's lofty manner with comparative indifference.
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