she cried ; ` get away ; I ca n't bear such tricks . ' ` But , mother dear , what 's the matter with you ? ' repeated Jem , quite frightened . ` You ca n't be well . Why do you want to drive your son away ? ' ' I have said already , get away , ' replied Hannah , quite angrily . ` You wo n't get anything out of me by your games , you monstrosity . ' ` Oh dear , oh dear ! she must be wandering in her mind , ' murmured the lad to himself . ` How can I manage to get her home ? Dearest mother , do look at me close . Ca n't you see I am your own son Jem ? ' ` Well , did you ever hear such impudence ? ' asked Hannah , turning to a neighbour . ` Just see that frightful dwarf -- would you believe that he wants me to think he is my son Jem ? ' Then all the market women came round and talked all together and scolded as hard as they could , and said what a shame it was to make game of Mrs. Hannah , who had never got over the loss of her beautiful boy , who had been stolen from her seven years ago , and they threatened to fall upon Jem and scratch him well if he did not go away at once . Poor Jem did not know what to make of it all . He was sure he had gone to market with his mother only that morning , had helped to set out the stall , had gone to the old woman 's house , where he had some soup and a little nap , and now , when he came back , they were all talking of seven years . And they called him a horrid dwarf ! Why , what had happened to him ?
When he found that his mother would really have nothing XXXXX do with him he turned away with tears in his eyes , and went sadly down the street towards his father 's stall .
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