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    and don't be kicking the door with your feet V At last rose up the tiine-measurer , the little man with the wooden hammer ; five strokes struck he upon the bell , and hardly had the sounds died away in their silver harmony before the door opened , and into the room rushed , with an exulting bound , Master Peregrine Twist .

    Brilliant was that room ; fire-beams jumped to the polished oaken panels and floor , and quick hopped back again , angry , for they had no resting place . From the wide fireplace , at a comfortable distance , stood a table , and on it were heaped the good things that kind Christmas brings . Master Peregrine and the old woman sat down to eat . There were also , by the table , two

    chairs unoccupied , to which Peregrine looked often with a kind but melancholy smile . At this place , it may be as well to prevent the gracious reader from falling into a sad mistake : we mean from falling" into the mistake of supposing that we begin this history of Feregrine Twist from his early years . He was , at the time of this most

    eventful dinner , about thirty years of age , more or less ; though , perhaps , upon consideration , it may be proper to enlighten the world so far as to give a slight sketch , or explication , of the foregone events which led Mr . Peregrine Twist , at the age of thirty , or thereabouts , to sit down to dinner with an old woman and two empty chairs .

    The father of Mr . P . Twist was an extremely prosperous merchant , though it was not until after twenty-one years of wedlock that his wife bore him a child . Now this child , a boy , indeed our Peregrine , gave his fond parents a sufficient quantity of happiness and its per contra . He was always an odd child , silent , happy when amusing himself ; so he grew up , and his father very often scolded him . At last it happened that business

    required a confidential person to settle some particular affairs with a mercantile house on the Continent . Peregrine went ; the required business was punctually performed , but , instead of Peregrine returning home , a letter arrived , stating that he could not resist the temptation to travel ; and then nothing was heard from him , or of him , during five years . What he did in that

    time , or where he went , no one ever exactly knew ; some said he went to India . During his absence , however , both his father and mother died , and I , the junior partner of the house of Twist and Co ., was , on account of the ignorance respecting the fate of Peregrine , and on account ( I hope I may say it without vanity ) of the good opinion entertained of me by the respected Mr . Twist , senior , left executor to his will , and sole conductor of the

    e xtensive affairs of the firm . I was reposing one evening , after the fatigues of the day , at iny villa , a pretty box on the left-hand side of the road to Greenwich , when rav man-servant Thomas announced thai a

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Dec. 2, 1834, page 845, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2640/page/27/