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Once clear of the well and the wall, Clare set off running like a gaze-hound. Such was the change produced in him by joy and the satisfaction of hope, that when he entered the shop, no one at first knew him. His face was as the face of an angel, and none the less beautiful that it shone above ragged garments. But Mr. Maidstone, the moment he saw him, and before he had time to recognize him, turned from the boy with dislike.
"What a fool the beggar looks! " he said to himself; -- then aloud to one of the young men, "Hand over that parcel of sheets. -- Here, you! -- what's your name?"