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rear; endeavouring to devise some means
of restoring his brother’s marble to him
without awakening his suspicions. Mean-
while, Walter himself had run on as fast
as his little legs could carry him. He was
terribly alarmed, lest some evil-disposed
“person should get before him, and possess
himself of his favourite alley. His heart
had more than once misgiven him for
separating himself so long from his treas-
ure. He had dreamed of it during the
night; it had distracted his attention all
through the morning-lesson ; and he had
grown so anxious during breakfast, that
even the attractions of some orange-mar-
malade, wherewith one of his little friends
had enriched the barrenness of his bread
and butter, failed to occupy his undivided
attention; as, doubtless, under other cir-
cumstances, it would have done. No soon-