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[Acosta Spudis]

Ich I was fetching the pots down to the grass walk where I was; and I
had got to the last pot, when, in stooping to put it in its place,
_plop_ came a soft lump of clay on the nape of my neck, and began to
slip under my collar. Down went the pot, and my cap on to the plant, and
I turned sharp round, certain now that the missiles had been sent, not
from the shelter hedge nor the gooseberry bushes, but from the wall, and
there, sure enough, with his head and shoulders above the top, was my
assailant. My angry look changed to a bland smile as I saw the ragged
straw hat with the hair standing out of the top, and the grubby face of
Shock looking at me with his eyes twinkling and the skin all round
wrinkled, while the rest of his face was sour. "Why, Shock!" I cried;
"who'd have thought of seeing you? How did you get there?" "Clum up."
"Did Mr Brownsmith send you?" He shook his head. "How is it you are
here, then?" "Hooked it." "Why, you haven't run away?" "I jest have,
though." "But you are going back?" He shook his head with all his might.
"I've sin you lots o' times," he said. "When?" "Yes'day. Day afore, and
day afore that." "What! have you been here three days?" Shock nodded.
"Where have you slept, then?" "Haystack." "And what have you had to
eat?" "Bread. Lots o' things I fun' in the fields. Rabbud." "Who's that
boy?" said a sharp voice that well knew; and Shock's head disappeared.
"Mr Ezra Brownsmith's boy, Sir Francis," I said. "He used to work with
me." "Was he from the workhouse?" "Yes, Sir Francis." "Tell him not to
do that again, and don't you encourage him. I don't approve of it. Go on
wit
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