? ? ? ? 'Trot! My dear Trot!' cried my aunt, in a terrified whisper, and pressing my arm. 'I don't know what I am to do.'
? ? ? ? 'Don't be alarmed,' said I. 'There's nothing to be afraid of. Step into a shop, and I'll soon get rid of this fellow.'
? ? ? ? 'No, no, child!' she returned. 'Don't speak to him for the world. I entreat, I order you!'
? ? ? ? 'Good Heaven, aunt!' said I. 'He is nothing but a sturdy beggar.'
? ? ? ? 'You don't know what he is!' replied my aunt. 'You don't know who he is! You don't know what you say!'
? ? ? ? We had stopped in an empty door-way, while this was passing, and he had stopped too.
? ? ? ? 'Don't look at him!' said my aunt, as I turned my head indignantly, 'but get me a coach, my dear, and wait for me in St. Paul's Churchyard.'
? ? ? ? 'Wait for you?' I replied.
? ? ? ? 'Yes,' rejoined my aunt. 'I must go alone. I must go with him.'
? ? ? ? 'With him, aunt? This man?'
? ? ? ? 'I am in my senses,' she replied, 'and I tell you I must.
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