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Why
should
I
go
to
see
them
,
therefore
?
Absurd
!
"
Through
the
beaming
smile
with
which
he
regarded
me
as
he
reasoned
thus
,
there
now
broke
forth
a
look
of
disinterested
benevolence
quite
astonishing
.
"
Besides
,
"
he
said
,
pursuing
his
argument
in
his
tone
of
light
-
hearted
conviction
,
"
if
I
don
’
t
go
anywhere
for
pain
—
which
would
be
a
perversion
of
the
intention
of
my
being
,
and
a
monstrous
thing
to
do
—
why
should
I
go
anywhere
to
be
the
cause
of
pain
?
If
I
went
to
see
our
young
friends
in
their
present
ill
-
regulated
state
of
mind
,
I
should
give
them
pain
.
The
associations
with
me
would
be
disagreeable
.
They
might
say
,
’
This
is
the
man
who
had
pounds
and
who
can
’
t
pay
pounds
,
’
which
I
can
’
t
,
of
course
;
nothing
could
be
more
out
of
the
question
!
Then
kindness
requires
that
I
shouldn
’
t
go
near
them
—
and
I
won
’
t
.
"
He
finished
by
genially
kissing
my
hand
and
thanking
me
.
Nothing
but
Miss
Summerson
’
s
fine
tact
,
he
said
,
would
have
found
this
out
for
him
.
I
was
much
disconcerted
,
but
I
reflected
that
if
the
main
point
were
gained
,
it
mattered
little
how
strangely
he
perverted
everything
leading
to
it
.
I
had
determined
to
mention
something
else
,
however
,
and
I
thought
I
was
not
to
be
put
off
in
that
.
"
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
"
said
I
,
"
I
must
take
the
liberty
of
saying
before
I
conclude
my
visit
that
I
was
much
surprised
to
learn
,
on
the
best
authority
,
some
little
time
ago
,
that
you
knew
with
whom
that
poor
boy
left
Bleak
House
and
that
you
accepted
a
present
on
that
occasion
.
I
have
not
mentioned
it
to
my
guardian
,
for
I
fear
it
would
hurt
him
unnecessarily
;
but
I
may
say
to
you
that
I
was
much
surprised
.
"
"
No
?
Really
surprised
,
my
dear
Miss
Summerson
?
"
he
returned
inquiringly
,
raising
his
pleasant
eyebrows
.
"
Greatly
surprised
.
"
He
thought
about
it
for
a
little
while
with
a
highly
agreeable
and
whimsical
expression
of
face
,
then
quite
gave
it
up
and
said
in
his
most
engaging
manner
,
"
You
know
what
a
child
I
am
.
Why
surprised
?
"
I
was
reluctant
to
enter
minutely
into
that
question
,
but
as
he
begged
I
would
,
for
he
was
really
curious
to
know
,
I
gave
him
to
understand
in
the
gentlest
words
I
could
use
that
his
conduct
seemed
to
involve
a
disregard
of
several
moral
obligations
.
He
was
much
amused
and
interested
when
he
heard
this
and
said
,
"
No
,
really
?
"
with
ingenuous
simplicity
.
"
You
know
I
don
’
t
intend
to
be
responsible
.
I
never
could
do
it
.
Responsibility
is
a
thing
that
has
always
been
above
me
—
or
below
me
,
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
.
"
I
don
’
t
even
know
which
;
but
as
I
understand
the
way
in
which
my
dear
Miss
Summerson
(
always
remarkable
for
her
practical
good
sense
and
clearness
)
puts
this
case
,
I
should
imagine
it
was
chiefly
a
question
of
money
,
do
you
know
?
"
I
incautiously
gave
a
qualified
assent
to
this
.
"
Ah
!
Then
you
see
,
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
shaking
his
head
,
"
I
am
hopeless
of
understanding
it
.
"
I
suggested
,
as
I
rose
to
go
,
that
it
was
not
right
to
betray
my
guardian
’
s
confidence
for
a
bribe
.
"
My
dear
Miss
Summerson
,
"
he
returned
with
a
candid
hilarity
that
was
all
his
own
,
"
I
can
’
t
be
bribed
.
"
"
Not
by
Mr
.
Bucket
?
"
said
I
.
"
No
,
"
said
he
.
"
Not
by
anybody
.
I
don
’
t
attach
any
value
to
money
.
I
don
’
t
care
about
it
,
I
don
’
t
know
about
it
,
I
don
’
t
want
it
,
I
don
’
t
keep
it
—
it
goes
away
from
me
directly
.
How
can
I
be
bribed
?
"
I
showed
that
I
was
of
a
different
opinion
,
though
I
had
not
the
capacity
for
arguing
the
question
.
"
On
the
contrary
,
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
"
I
am
exactly
the
man
to
be
placed
in
a
superior
position
in
such
a
case
as
that
.
I
am
above
the
rest
of
mankind
in
such
a
case
as
that
.
I
can
act
with
philosophy
in
such
a
case
as
that
.
I
am
not
warped
by
prejudices
,
as
an
Italian
baby
is
by
bandages
.
I
am
as
free
as
the
air
.
I
feel
myself
as
far
above
suspicion
as
Caesar
’
s
wife
.
"
Anything
to
equal
the
lightness
of
his
manner
and
the
playful
impartiality
with
which
he
seemed
to
convince
himself
,
as
he
tossed
the
matter
about
like
a
ball
of
feathers
,
was
surely
never
seen
in
anybody
else
!
"
Observe
the
case
,
my
dear
Miss
Summerson
.
Here
is
a
boy
received
into
the
house
and
put
to
bed
in
a
state
that
I
strongly
object
to
.
The
boy
being
in
bed
,
a
man
arrives
—
like
the
house
that
Jack
built
.
Here
is
the
man
who
demands
the
boy
who
is
received
into
the
house
and
put
to
bed
in
a
state
that
I
strongly
object
to
.
Here
is
a
bank
-
note
produced
by
the
man
who
demands
the
boy
who
is
received
into
the
house
and
put
to
bed
in
a
state
that
I
strongly
object
to
.
Here
is
the
Skimpole
who
accepts
the
bank
-
note
produced
by
the
man
who
demands
the
boy
who
is
received
into
the
house
and
put
to
bed
in
a
state
that
I
strongly
object
to
.
Those
are
the
facts
.
Very
well
.
Should
the
Skimpole
have
refused
the
note
?
WHY
should
the
Skimpole
have
refused
the
note
?
Skimpole
protests
to
Bucket
,
’
What
’
s
this
for
?
I
don
’
t
understand
it
,
it
is
of
no
use
to
me
,
take
it
away
.
’
Bucket
still
entreats
Skimpole
to
accept
it
.
Are
there
reasons
why
Skimpole
,
not
being
warped
by
prejudices
,
should
accept
it
?
Yes
.
Skimpole
perceives
them
.
What
are
they
?
Skimpole
reasons
with
himself
,
this
is
a
tamed
lynx
,
an
active
police
-
officer
,
an
intelligent
man
,
a
person
of
a
peculiarly
directed
energy
and
great
subtlety
both
of
conception
and
execution
,
who
discovers
our
friends
and
enemies
for
us
when
they
run
away
,
recovers
our
property
for
us
when
we
are
robbed
,
avenges
us
comfortably
when
we
are
murdered
.
This
active
police
-
officer
and
intelligent
man
has
acquired
,
in
the
exercise
of
his
art
,
a
strong
faith
in
money
;
he
finds
it
very
useful
to
him
,
and
he
makes
it
very
useful
to
society
.
Shall
I
shake
that
faith
in
Bucket
because
I
want
it
myself
;
shall
I
deliberately
blunt
one
of
Bucket
’
s
weapons
;
shall
I
positively
paralyse
Bucket
in
his
next
detective
operation
?
And
again
.
If
it
is
blameable
in
Skimpole
to
take
the
note
,
it
is
blameable
in
Bucket
to
offer
the
note
—
much
more
blameable
in
Bucket
,
because
he
is
the
knowing
man
.
Now
,
Skimpole
wishes
to
think
well
of
Bucket
;
Skimpole
deems
it
essential
,
in
its
little
place
,
to
the
general
cohesion
of
things
,
that
he
SHOULD
think
well
of
Bucket
.
The
state
expressly
asks
him
to
trust
to
Bucket
.
And
he
does
.
And
that
’
s
all
he
does
!
"
I
had
nothing
to
offer
in
reply
to
this
exposition
and
therefore
took
my
leave
.
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
however
,
who
was
in
excellent
spirits
,
would
not
hear
of
my
returning
home
attended
only
by
"
Little
Coavinses
,
"
and
accompanied
me
himself
.
He
entertained
me
on
the
way
with
a
variety
of
delightful
conversation
and
assured
me
,
at
parting
,
that
he
should
never
forget
the
fine
tact
with
which
I
had
found
that
out
for
him
about
our
young
friends
.
As
it
so
happened
that
I
never
saw
Mr
.
Skimpole
again
,
I
may
at
once
finish
what
I
know
of
his
history
.
A
coolness
arose
between
him
and
my
guardian
,
based
principally
on
the
foregoing
grounds
and
on
his
having
heartlessly
disregarded
my
guardian
’
s
entreaties
(
as
we
afterwards
learned
from
Ada
)
in
reference
to
Richard
.
His
being
heavily
in
my
guardian
’
s
debt
had
nothing
to
do
with
their
separation
.
He
died
some
five
years
afterwards
and
left
a
diary
behind
him
,
with
letters
and
other
materials
towards
his
life
,
which
was
published
and
which
showed
him
to
have
been
the
victim
of
a
combination
on
the
part
of
mankind
against
an
amiable
child
.
It
was
considered
very
pleasant
reading
,
but
I
never
read
more
of
it
myself
than
the
sentence
on
which
I
chanced
to
light
on
opening
the
book
.
It
was
this
:
"
Jarndyce
,
in
common
with
most
other
men
I
have
known
,
is
the
incarnation
of
selfishness
.
"
And
now
I
come
to
a
part
of
my
story
touching
myself
very
nearly
indeed
,
and
for
which
I
was
quite
unprepared
when
the
circumstance
occurred
.
Whatever
little
lingerings
may
have
now
and
then
revived
in
my
mind
associated
with
my
poor
old
face
had
only
revived
as
belonging
to
a
part
of
my
life
that
was
gone
—
gone
like
my
infancy
or
my
childhood
.
I
have
suppressed
none
of
my
many
weaknesses
on
that
subject
,
but
have
written
them
as
faithfully
as
my
memory
has
recalled
them
.
And
I
hope
to
do
,
and
mean
to
do
,
the
same
down
to
the
last
words
of
these
pages
,
which
I
see
now
not
so
very
far
before
me
.
The
months
were
gliding
away
,
and
my
dear
girl
,
sustained
by
the
hopes
she
had
confided
in
me
,
was
the
same
beautiful
star
in
the
miserable
corner
.
Richard
,
more
worn
and
haggard
,
haunted
the
court
day
after
day
,
listlessly
sat
there
the
whole
day
long
when
he
knew
there
was
no
remote
chance
of
the
suit
being
mentioned
,
and
became
one
of
the
stock
sights
of
the
place
.
I
wonder
whether
any
of
the
gentlemen
remembered
him
as
he
was
when
he
first
went
there
.
So
completely
was
he
absorbed
in
his
fixed
idea
that
he
used
to
avow
in
his
cheerful
moments
that
he
should
never
have
breathed
the
fresh
air
now
"
but
for
Woodcourt
.
"
It
was
only
Mr
.
Woodcourt
who
could
occasionally
divert
his
attention
for
a
few
hours
at
a
time
and
rouse
him
,
even
when
he
sunk
into
a
lethargy
of
mind
and
body
that
alarmed
us
greatly
,
and
the
returns
of
which
became
more
frequent
as
the
months
went
on
.
My
dear
girl
was
right
in
saying
that
he
only
pursued
his
errors
the
more
desperately
for
her
sake
.
I
have
no
doubt
that
his
desire
to
retrieve
what
he
had
lost
was
rendered
the
more
intense
by
his
grief
for
his
young
wife
,
and
became
like
the
madness
of
a
gamester
.
I
was
there
,
as
I
have
mentioned
,
at
all
hours
.
When
I
was
there
at
night
,
I
generally
went
home
with
Charley
in
a
coach
;
sometimes
my
guardian
would
meet
me
in
the
neighbourhood
,
and
we
would
walk
home
together
.
One
evening
he
had
arranged
to
meet
me
at
eight
o
’
clock
.
I
could
not
leave
,
as
I
usually
did
,
quite
punctually
at
the
time
,
for
I
was
working
for
my
dear
girl
and
had
a
few
stitches
more
to
do
to
finish
what
I
was
about
;
but
it
was
within
a
few
minutes
of
the
hour
when
I
bundled
up
my
little
work
-
basket
,
gave
my
darling
my
last
kiss
for
the
night
,
and
hurried
downstairs
.
Mr
.
Woodcourt
went
with
me
,
as
it
was
dusk
.
When
we
came
to
the
usual
place
of
meeting
—
it
was
close
by
,
and
Mr
.
Woodcourt
had
often
accompanied
me
before
—
my
guardian
was
not
there
.
We
waited
half
an
hour
,
walking
up
and
down
,
but
there
were
no
signs
of
him
.
We
agreed
that
he
was
either
prevented
from
coming
or
that
he
had
come
and
gone
away
,
and
Mr
.
Woodcourt
proposed
to
walk
home
with
me
.
It
was
the
first
walk
we
had
ever
taken
together
,
except
that
very
short
one
to
the
usual
place
of
meeting
.
We
spoke
of
Richard
and
Ada
the
whole
way
.
I
did
not
thank
him
in
words
for
what
he
had
done
—
my
appreciation
of
it
had
risen
above
all
words
then
—
but
I
hoped
he
might
not
be
without
some
understanding
of
what
I
felt
so
strongly
.
Arriving
at
home
and
going
upstairs
,
we
found
that
my
guardian
was
out
and
that
Mrs
.
Woodcourt
was
out
too
.
We
were
in
the
very
same
room
into
which
I
had
brought
my
blushing
girl
when
her
youthful
lover
,
now
her
so
altered
husband
,
was
the
choice
of
her
young
heart
,
the
very
same
room
from
which
my
guardian
and
I
had
watched
them
going
away
through
the
sunlight
in
the
fresh
bloom
of
their
hope
and
promise
.
We
were
standing
by
the
opened
window
looking
down
into
the
street
when
Mr
.
Woodcourt
spoke
to
me
.
I
learned
in
a
moment
that
he
loved
me
.
I
learned
in
a
moment
that
my
scarred
face
was
all
unchanged
to
him
.
I
learned
in
a
moment
that
what
I
had
thought
was
pity
and
compassion
was
devoted
,
generous
,
faithful
love
.
Oh
,
too
late
to
know
it
now
,
too
late
,
too
late
.
That
was
the
first
ungrateful
thought
I
had
.
Too
late
.
"
When
I
returned
,
"
he
told
me
,
"
when
I
came
back
,
no
richer
than
when
I
went
away
,
and
found
you
newly
risen
from
a
sick
bed
,
yet
so
inspired
by
sweet
consideration
for
others
and
so
free
from
a
selfish
thought
—
"
"
Oh
,
Mr
.
Woodcourt
,
forbear
,
forbear
!
"
I
entreated
him
.
"
I
do
not
deserve
your
high
praise
.
I
had
many
selfish
thoughts
at
that
time
,
many
!
"
"
Heaven
knows
,
beloved
of
my
life
,
"
said
he
,
"
that
my
praise
is
not
a
lover
’
s
praise
,
but
the
truth
.
You
do
not
know
what
all
around
you
see
in
Esther
Summerson
,
how
many
hearts
she
touches
and
awakens
,
what
sacred
admiration
and
what
love
she
wins
.
"
"
Oh
,
Mr
.
Woodcourt
,
"
cried
I
,
"
it
is
a
great
thing
to
win
love
,
it
is
a
great
thing
to
win
love
!
I
am
proud
of
it
,
and
honoured
by
it
;
and
the
hearing
of
it
causes
me
to
shed
these
tears
of
mingled
joy
and
sorrow
—
joy
that
I
have
won
it
,
sorrow
that
I
have
not
deserved
it
better
;
but
I
am
not
free
to
think
of
yours
.
"
I
said
it
with
a
stronger
heart
,
for
when
he
praised
me
thus
and
when
I
heard
his
voice
thrill
with
his
belief
that
what
he
said
was
true
,
I
aspired
to
be
more
worthy
of
it
.
It
was
not
too
late
for
that
.
Although
I
closed
this
unforeseen
page
in
my
life
to
-
night
,
I
could
be
worthier
of
it
all
through
my
life
.
And
it
was
a
comfort
to
me
,
and
an
impulse
to
me
,
and
I
felt
a
dignity
rise
up
within
me
that
was
derived
from
him
when
I
thought
so
.
He
broke
the
silence
.
"
I
should
poorly
show
the
trust
that
I
have
in
the
dear
one
who
will
evermore
be
as
dear
to
me
as
now
"
—
and
the
deep
earnestness
with
which
he
said
it
at
once
strengthened
me
and
made
me
weep
—
"
if
,
after
her
assurance
that
she
is
not
free
to
think
of
my
love
,
I
urged
it
.
Dear
Esther
,
let
me
only
tell
you
that
the
fond
idea
of
you
which
I
took
abroad
was
exalted
to
the
heavens
when
I
came
home
.
I
have
always
hoped
,
in
the
first
hour
when
I
seemed
to
stand
in
any
ray
of
good
fortune
,
to
tell
you
this
.
I
have
always
feared
that
I
should
tell
it
you
in
vain
.
My
hopes
and
fears
are
both
fulfilled
to
-
night
.
I
distress
you
.
I
have
said
enough
.
"
Something
seemed
to
pass
into
my
place
that
was
like
the
angel
he
thought
me
,
and
I
felt
so
sorrowful
for
the
loss
he
had
sustained
!
I
wished
to
help
him
in
his
trouble
,
as
I
had
wished
to
do
when
he
showed
that
first
commiseration
for
me
.
"
Dear
Mr
.
Woodcourt
,
"
said
I
,
"
before
we
part
to
-
night
,
something
is
left
for
me
to
say
.
I
never
could
say
it
as
I
wish
—
I
never
shall
—
but
—
"
I
had
to
think
again
of
being
more
deserving
of
his
love
and
his
affliction
before
I
could
go
on
.
"
—
I
am
deeply
sensible
of
your
generosity
,
and
I
shall
treasure
its
remembrance
to
my
dying
hour
.
I
know
full
well
how
changed
I
am
,
I
know
you
are
not
unacquainted
with
my
history
,
and
I
know
what
a
noble
love
that
is
which
is
so
faithful
.
What
you
have
said
to
me
could
have
affected
me
so
much
from
no
other
lips
,
for
there
are
none
that
could
give
it
such
a
value
to
me
.
It
shall
not
be
lost
.
It
shall
make
me
better
.
"
He
covered
his
eyes
with
his
hand
and
turned
away
his
head
.
How
could
I
ever
be
worthy
of
those
tears
?
"
If
,
in
the
unchanged
intercourse
we
shall
have
together
—
in
tending
Richard
and
Ada
,
and
I
hope
in
many
happier
scenes
of
life
—
you
ever
find
anything
in
me
which
you
can
honestly
think
is
better
than
it
used
to
be
,
believe
that
it
will
have
sprung
up
from
to
-
night
and
that
I
shall
owe
it
to
you
.
And
never
believe
,
dear
dear
Mr
.
Woodcourt
,
never
believe
that
I
forget
this
night
or
that
while
my
heart
beats
it
can
be
insensible
to
the
pride
and
joy
of
having
been
beloved
by
you
.
"
He
took
my
hand
and
kissed
it
.
He
was
like
himself
again
,
and
I
felt
still
more
encouraged
.
"
I
am
induced
by
what
you
said
just
now
,
"
said
I
,
"
to
hope
that
you
have
succeeded
in
your
endeavour
.
"
"
I
have
,
"
he
answered
.
"
With
such
help
from
Mr
.
Jarndyce
as
you
who
know
him
so
well
can
imagine
him
to
have
rendered
me
,
I
have
succeeded
.
"
"
Heaven
bless
him
for
it
,
"
said
I
,
giving
him
my
hand
;
"
and
heaven
bless
you
in
all
you
do
!
"
"
I
shall
do
it
better
for
the
wish
,
"
he
answered
;
"
it
will
make
me
enter
on
these
new
duties
as
on
another
sacred
trust
from
you
.
"
"
Ah
!
Richard
!
"
I
exclaimed
involuntarily
,
"
What
will
he
do
when
you
are
gone
!
"
"
I
am
not
required
to
go
yet
;
I
would
not
desert
him
,
dear
Miss
Summerson
,
even
if
I
were
.
"
One
other
thing
I
felt
it
needful
to
touch
upon
before
he
left
me
.
