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¡¡¡¡I was going away, when he directed my attention to the kite. ¡¡¡¡'What do you think of that for a kite?' he said. ¡¡¡¡I answered that it was a beautiful one. I should think it must have been as much as seven feet high. ¡¡¡¡'I made it. We'll go and fly it, you and I,' said Mr. Dick. 'Do you see this?' ¡¡¡¡He showed me that it was covered with manuscript, very closely and laboriously written; but so plainly, that as I looked along the lines, I thought I saw some allusion to King Charles the First's head again, in one or two places. ¡¡¡¡'There's plenty of string,' said Mr. Dick, 'and when it flies high, it takes the facts a long way. That's my manner of diffusing 'em. I don't know where they may come down. It's according to circumstances, and the wind, and so forth; but I take my chance of that.' ¡¡¡¡His face was so very mild and pleasant, and had something so reverend in it, though it was hale and hearty, that I was not sure but that
oil painting he was having a good-humoured jest with me. So I laughed, and he laughed, and we parted the best friends possible. ¡¡¡¡'Well, child,' said my aunt, when I went downstairs. 'And what of Mr. Dick, this morning?' ¡¡¡¡I informed her that he sent his compliments, and was getting on very well indeed. ¡¡¡¡'What do you think of him?' said my aunt. ¡¡¡¡I had some shadowy idea of endeavouring to evade the question, by replying that I thought him a very nice gentleman; but my aunt was not to be so put off, for she laid her work down in her lap, and said, folding her hands upon it: