"Soh, then!.

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upon my word," he went on whimsically, answering the appeal in their frightened, liquid eyes, "it's no use your asking me.

You can't possibly be worse puzzled than I am!" He thrust a passage between them and hurried down Pease Alley.
Twice he paused, each time beneath the windows of a sleeping cottage, and hailed its occupants by name.