No , she said , he had come home in the afternoon but had gone up to the hall to dine and pass the evening with the squire . `` So there we go , boys , '' said Mr. Dance . This time , as the distance was short , I did not mount , but ran with Dogger 's stirrup-leather to the lodge gates and up the long , leafless , moonlit avenue to where the white line of the hall buildings looked on either hand on great old gardens . Here Mr. Dance dismounted , and taking me along with him , was admitted at a word into the house . The servant led us down a matted passage and showed us at the end into a great library , all lined with bookcases and busts upon the top of them , where the squire and Dr. Livesey sat , pipe in hand , on either side of a bright fire . I had never seen the squire so near at hand . He was a tall man , over six feet high , and broad in proportion , and he had a bluff , rough-and-ready face , all roughened and reddened and lined in his long travels . His eyebrows were very black , and moved readily , and this gave him a look of some temper , not bad , you would say , but quick and high . `` Come in , Mr. Dance , '' says he , very stately and condescending . `` Good evening , Dance , '' says the doctor with a nod . `` And good evening to you , friend Jim . What good wind brings you here ? '' The supervisor stood up straight and stiff and told his story like a lesson ; and you should have seen how the two gentlemen leaned forward and looked at each other , and forgot to smoke in their surprise and interest . When they heard how my mother went back to the inn , Dr. Livesey fairly slapped his thigh , and the squire cried `` Bravo ! '' and broke his long pipe against the grate . Long before it was done , Mr. Trelawney -LRB- that , you will remember , was the squire 's name -RRB- had got up from his seat and was striding about the room , and the doctor , as if to hear the better , had taken off his powdered wig and sat there looking very strange indeed with his own close-cropped black poll . At last Mr. Dance finished the story . `` Mr. Dance , '' said the squire , `` you are a very noble fellow . And as for riding down that black , atrocious miscreant , I regard it as an act of virtue , sir , like stamping on a cockroach . This lad Hawkins is a trump , I perceive .
XXXXX , will you ring that bell ?
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