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Then looking down at his ragged trousers and dirty jacket , he added with a grin , '' ` Spect some o ' them nobs 'll most have a fit to see me there . '' Nevertheless he determined to go . Old Mr. Carey had never called him anything but `` bishop , '' and now the boy had a queer feeling as he read that word on the bill -- a feeling that this bishop whom he had never seen had yet in some way something to do with him -- though in what way he could not imagine . He thought over the matter through the hours that followed , sometimes deciding that he would go , and again that he would n't , but he found out where St. Mark 's Church was , and at three o'clock he was there . He gave a little start and a shadow fell upon his face as he saw the pillared porch and the stone stairway . He seemed to see himself running up those stairs and stuffing that stolen pocketbook into the pastor 's box that he remembered so clearly . These thoughts were not pleasant ones to him now , and Tode stopped hesitatingly , undecided whether to go on or to go in .