"Yes, my dear; and the spectacles, and the lamp, and all your papers. And what, else could you expect, pray? Here he's been trying to make you stop and speak to him, every time you have gone by the table, for the last half hour, and holding out his little arms to you; while you have been walking to and fro as if you were walking for a wager, with your eyes rolled up in your head, muttering to yourself--mutter, mutter, mutter--and taking no more notice of him, poor little fellow, than if he was a rag-baby, or belonged to somebody else!"

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