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s he was able, to the recovering of Huckaback. After propping him up, and splashing cold water into his face, Titmouse at length discovered symptoms of restoration to consciousness, which he anxiously endeavored to accelerate, by putting to the lips of the slowly-reviving victim of his violence some cold water, in a tea-cup. He swallowed a little; and soon afterwards, opening his eyes, stared on Titmouse with a dull eye and bewildered air. "What's been the matter?" at length he faintly inquired. "Oh, Hucky! so glad to hear you speak again. It's I--I--Titty! I did it! Strike me, Hucky, as soon as you're well enough! Do--kick me--anything you choose! I won't hinder you!" cried Titmouse, sinking on his knees, and clasping his hands together, as he perceived Huckaback rapidly reviving. "Why, what _is_ the matter?" repeated that gentleman, with a wondering air, raising his hand to his nose, from which the blood was still trickling. The fact is, that he had lost his senses, probably from the suddenness, rather than the violence of the injuries which he had received. "I did it all--yes, I did!" continued Titmouse, gazing on him with a look of agony and remorse. "Why, I can't be awake--I can't!" said Huckaback, rubbing his eyes, and then staring at his wet and blood-stained shirt-front and hands. "Oh yes, you are--you are!" groaned Titmouse; "and I'm going _mad_ as fast as I can! Do what you like to me! Kick me if you please! Call in a constable! Send me to jail! Say I came to rob you--anything--blow me if I care what becomes of me!" "Why, what _does_ all this jabber mean, Titmouse?" inquired Huckaback, sternly, and apparently meditating reprisals. "Oh, yes, I see! Now you _are_ going to give it me! but I won't stir. So hit away, Hucky." "Why--are you mad?" inquired Huckaback, grasping him by the collar rather roughly. "Yes, quite! Mad!--ruined!--gone to the devil all at once!" "And what if you are? What did it matter to _me_? What brought you here?" continued Huckaback, in a tone of increasing vehemence. "What have I done to offend you? How _dare_ you come _here_? And at this time of night, too? Eh?" "What, indeed! Oh lud, oh lud, oh lud! Kick me, I say--strike me! You'll do me good, and bring me to my senses. _Me_ to do all this to you! And we've been such precious good friends always. I'm a brute, Hucky--I've been mad, stark mad, Hucky--and that's all I can say!" Huckaback stared at him more and
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