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"Who is Miss Pell?"

"She's one as was, sir, but now--ain't," answered Mrs Snuloomily, she took down the brandy in three separate and

distinct gulps, closed her eyes, sighed, and nodded her poke bonnet

loomily than before "Little Miss Pell, sir, 'ad a attic three

doors down, sir, and pore little Miss Pell 'as been and gone

and--done it! Which do it I knowed she would"

"Done what?" inquired Barnabas

"Five long year coh sht as

ever was, she met -brush in one 'and and a bucket in the other,for the first floor front, a 'andsoent with

whiskers like a lord, and 'oh, Mrs Snummitt!' she sez and all of a

twitter she was too, 'dear Mrs Snu

away on a journey,' she sez, 'but before I go,' she sez, 'I should

like to kiss you good-by,so lonesome,' she sez Which kiss

tears over me,

pore soul, and then, run away into 'er dark little attic and locked

'erself in, and--done it!"

"What--what did she do?"

"'Ung 'erself in the cupboard, sir Kissed ht she did

and wep' over me, and now--cold and stiff, pore soul?"

"But why did she do it?" cried Barnabas, aghast