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I
knew
that
I
should
not
be
worthier
of
the
love
I
could
not
take
if
I
reserved
it
.
"
Mr
.
Woodcourt
,
"
said
I
,
"
you
will
be
glad
to
know
from
my
lips
before
I
say
good
night
that
in
the
future
,
which
is
clear
and
bright
before
me
,
I
am
most
happy
,
most
fortunate
,
have
nothing
to
regret
or
desire
.
"
It
was
indeed
a
glad
hearing
to
him
,
he
replied
.
"
From
my
childhood
I
have
been
,
"
said
I
,
"
the
object
of
the
untiring
goodness
of
the
best
of
human
beings
,
to
whom
I
am
so
bound
by
every
tie
of
attachment
,
gratitude
,
and
love
,
that
nothing
I
could
do
in
the
compass
of
a
life
could
express
the
feelings
of
a
single
day
.
"
"
I
share
those
feelings
,
"
he
returned
.
"
You
speak
of
Mr
.
Jarndyce
.
"
"
You
know
his
virtues
well
,
"
said
I
,
"
but
few
can
know
the
greatness
of
his
character
as
I
know
it
.
All
its
highest
and
best
qualities
have
been
revealed
to
me
in
nothing
more
brightly
than
in
the
shaping
out
of
that
future
in
which
I
am
so
happy
.
And
if
your
highest
homage
and
respect
had
not
been
his
already
—
which
I
know
they
are
—
they
would
have
been
his
,
I
think
,
on
this
assurance
and
in
the
feeling
it
would
have
awakened
in
you
towards
him
for
my
sake
.
"
He
fervently
replied
that
indeed
indeed
they
would
have
been
.
I
gave
him
my
hand
again
.
"
Good
night
,
"
I
said
,
"
Good
-
bye
.
"
"
The
first
until
we
meet
to
-
morrow
,
the
second
as
a
farewell
to
this
theme
between
us
for
ever
.
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Good
night
;
good
-
bye
.
"
He
left
me
,
and
I
stood
at
the
dark
window
watching
the
street
His
love
,
in
all
its
constancy
and
generosity
,
had
come
so
suddenly
upon
me
that
he
had
not
left
me
a
minute
when
my
fortitude
gave
way
again
and
the
street
was
blotted
out
by
my
rushing
tears
.
But
they
were
not
tears
of
regret
and
sorrow
.
No
.
He
had
called
me
the
beloved
of
his
life
and
had
said
I
would
be
evermore
as
dear
to
him
as
I
was
then
,
and
I
felt
as
if
my
heart
would
not
hold
the
triumph
of
having
heard
those
words
.
My
first
wild
thought
had
died
away
.
It
was
not
too
late
to
hear
them
,
for
it
was
not
too
late
to
be
animated
by
them
to
be
good
,
true
,
grateful
,
and
contented
.
How
easy
my
path
,
how
much
easier
than
his
!
I
had
not
the
courage
to
see
any
one
that
night
.
I
had
not
even
the
courage
to
see
myself
,
for
I
was
afraid
that
my
tears
might
a
little
reproach
me
.
I
went
up
to
my
room
in
the
dark
,
and
prayed
in
the
dark
,
and
lay
down
in
the
dark
to
sleep
.
I
had
no
need
of
any
light
to
read
my
guardian
’
s
letter
by
,
for
I
knew
it
by
heart
.
I
took
it
from
the
place
where
I
kept
it
,
and
repeated
its
contents
by
its
own
clear
light
of
integrity
and
love
,
and
went
to
sleep
with
it
on
my
pillow
.
I
was
up
very
early
in
the
morning
and
called
Charley
to
come
for
a
walk
.
We
bought
flowers
for
the
breakfast
-
table
,
and
came
back
and
arranged
them
,
and
were
as
busy
as
possible
.
We
were
so
early
that
I
had
a
good
time
still
for
Charley
’
s
lesson
before
breakfast
;
Charley
(
who
was
not
in
the
least
improved
in
the
old
defective
article
of
grammar
)
came
through
it
with
great
applause
;
and
we
were
altogether
very
notable
.
When
my
guardian
appeared
he
said
,
"
Why
,
little
woman
,
you
look
fresher
than
your
flowers
!
"
And
Mrs
.
Woodcourt
repeated
and
translated
a
passage
from
the
Mewlinnwillinwodd
expressive
of
my
being
like
a
mountain
with
the
sun
upon
it
.
This
was
all
so
pleasant
that
I
hope
it
made
me
still
more
like
the
mountain
than
I
had
been
before
.
After
breakfast
I
waited
my
opportunity
and
peeped
about
a
little
until
I
saw
my
guardian
in
his
own
room
—
the
room
of
last
night
—
by
himself
.
Then
I
made
an
excuse
to
go
in
with
my
housekeeping
keys
,
shutting
the
door
after
me
.
"
Well
,
Dame
Durden
?
"
said
my
guardian
;
the
post
had
brought
him
several
letters
,
and
he
was
writing
.
"
You
want
money
?
"
"
No
,
indeed
,
I
have
plenty
in
hand
.
"
"
There
never
was
such
a
Dame
Durden
,
"
said
my
guardian
,
"
for
making
money
last
.
"
He
had
laid
down
his
pen
and
leaned
back
in
his
chair
looking
at
me
.
I
have
often
spoken
of
his
bright
face
,
but
I
thought
I
had
never
seen
it
look
so
bright
and
good
.
There
was
a
high
happiness
upon
it
which
made
me
think
,
"
He
has
been
doing
some
great
kindness
this
morning
.
"
"
There
never
was
,
"
said
my
guardian
,
musing
as
he
smiled
upon
me
,
"
such
a
Dame
Durden
for
making
money
last
.
"
He
had
never
yet
altered
his
old
manner
.
I
loved
it
and
him
so
much
that
when
I
now
went
up
to
him
and
took
my
usual
chair
,
which
was
always
put
at
his
side
—
for
sometimes
I
read
to
him
,
and
sometimes
I
talked
to
him
,
and
sometimes
I
silently
worked
by
him
—
I
hardly
liked
to
disturb
it
by
laying
my
hand
on
his
breast
.
But
I
found
I
did
not
disturb
it
at
all
.
"
Dear
guardian
,
"
said
I
,
"
I
want
to
speak
to
you
.
Have
I
been
remiss
in
anything
?
"
"
Remiss
in
anything
,
my
dear
!
"
"
Have
I
not
been
what
I
have
meant
to
be
since
—
I
brought
the
answer
to
your
letter
,
guardian
?
"
"
You
have
been
everything
I
could
desire
,
my
love
.
"
"
I
am
very
glad
indeed
to
hear
that
,
"
I
returned
.
"
You
know
,
you
said
to
me
,
was
this
the
mistress
of
Bleak
House
.
And
I
said
,
yes
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
my
guardian
,
nodding
his
head
.
He
had
put
his
arm
about
me
as
if
there
were
something
to
protect
me
from
and
looked
in
my
face
,
smiling
.
"
Since
then
,
"
said
I
,
"
we
have
never
spoken
on
the
subject
except
once
.
"
"
And
then
I
said
Bleak
House
was
thinning
fast
;
and
so
it
was
,
my
dear
.
"
"
And
I
said
,
"
I
timidly
reminded
him
,
"
but
its
mistress
remained
.
"
He
still
held
me
in
the
same
protecting
manner
and
with
the
same
bright
goodness
in
his
face
.
"
Dear
guardian
,
"
said
I
,
"
I
know
how
you
have
felt
all
that
has
happened
,
and
how
considerate
you
have
been
.
As
so
much
time
has
passed
,
and
as
you
spoke
only
this
morning
of
my
being
so
well
again
,
perhaps
you
expect
me
to
renew
the
subject
.
Perhaps
I
ought
to
do
so
.
I
will
be
the
mistress
of
Bleak
House
when
you
please
.
"
"
See
,
"
he
returned
gaily
,
"
what
a
sympathy
there
must
be
between
us
!
I
have
had
nothing
else
,
poor
Rick
excepted
—
it
’
s
a
large
exception
—
in
my
mind
.
When
you
came
in
,
I
was
full
of
it
.
When
shall
we
give
Bleak
House
its
mistress
,
little
woman
?
"
"
When
you
please
.
"
"
Next
month
?
"
"
Next
month
,
dear
guardian
.
"
"
The
day
on
which
I
take
the
happiest
and
best
step
of
my
life
—
the
day
on
which
I
shall
be
a
man
more
exulting
and
more
enviable
than
any
other
man
in
the
world
—
the
day
on
which
I
give
Bleak
House
its
little
mistress
—
shall
be
next
month
then
,
"
said
my
guardian
.
I
put
my
arms
round
his
neck
and
kissed
him
just
as
I
had
done
on
the
day
when
I
brought
my
answer
.
A
servant
came
to
the
door
to
announce
Mr
.
Bucket
,
which
was
quite
unnecessary
,
for
Mr
.
Bucket
was
already
looking
in
over
the
servant
’
s
shoulder
.
"
Mr
.
Jarndyce
and
Miss
Summerson
,
"
said
he
,
rather
out
of
breath
,
"
with
all
apologies
for
intruding
,
WILL
you
allow
me
to
order
up
a
person
that
’
s
on
the
stairs
and
that
objects
to
being
left
there
in
case
of
becoming
the
subject
of
observations
in
his
absence
?
Thank
you
.
Be
so
good
as
chair
that
there
member
in
this
direction
,
will
you
?
"
said
Mr
.
Bucket
,
beckoning
over
the
banisters
.
This
singular
request
produced
an
old
man
in
a
black
skull
-
cap
,
unable
to
walk
,
who
was
carried
up
by
a
couple
of
bearers
and
deposited
in
the
room
near
the
door
.
Mr
.
Bucket
immediately
got
rid
of
the
bearers
,
mysteriously
shut
the
door
,
and
bolted
it
.
"
Now
you
see
,
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
"
he
then
began
,
putting
down
his
hat
and
opening
his
subject
with
a
flourish
of
his
well
-
remembered
finger
,
"
you
know
me
,
and
Miss
Summerson
knows
me
.
This
gentleman
likewise
knows
me
,
and
his
name
is
Smallweed
.
The
discounting
line
is
his
line
principally
,
and
he
’
s
what
you
may
call
a
dealer
in
bills
.
That
’
s
about
what
YOU
are
,
you
know
,
ain
’
t
you
?
"
said
Mr
.
Bucket
,
stopping
a
little
to
address
the
gentleman
in
question
,
who
was
exceedingly
suspicious
of
him
.
He
seemed
about
to
dispute
this
designation
of
himself
when
he
was
seized
with
a
violent
fit
of
coughing
.
"
Now
,
moral
,
you
know
!
"
said
Mr
.
Bucket
,
improving
the
accident
.
"
Don
’
t
you
contradict
when
there
ain
’
t
no
occasion
,
and
you
won
’
t
be
took
in
that
way
.
Now
,
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
I
address
myself
to
you
.
I
’
ve
been
negotiating
with
this
gentleman
on
behalf
of
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
Baronet
,
and
one
way
and
another
I
’
ve
been
in
and
out
and
about
his
premises
a
deal
.
His
premises
are
the
premises
formerly
occupied
by
Krook
,
marine
store
dealer
—
a
relation
of
this
gentleman
’
s
that
you
saw
in
his
lifetime
if
I
don
’
t
mistake
?
"
My
guardian
replied
,
"
Yes
.
"
"
Well
!
You
are
to
understand
,
"
said
Mr
.
Bucket
,
"
that
this
gentleman
he
come
into
Krook
’
s
property
,
and
a
good
deal
of
magpie
property
there
was
.
Vast
lots
of
waste
-
paper
among
the
rest
.
Lord
bless
you
,
of
no
use
to
nobody
!
"
The
cunning
of
Mr
.
Bucket
’
s
eye
and
the
masterly
manner
in
which
he
contrived
,
without
a
look
or
a
word
against
which
his
watchful
auditor
could
protest
,
to
let
us
know
that
he
stated
the
case
according
to
previous
agreement
and
could
say
much
more
of
Mr
.
Smallweed
if
he
thought
it
advisable
,
deprived
us
of
any
merit
in
quite
understanding
him
.
His
difficulty
was
increased
by
Mr
.
Smallweed
’
s
being
deaf
as
well
as
suspicious
and
watching
his
face
with
the
closest
attention
.
"
Among
them
odd
heaps
of
old
papers
,
this
gentleman
,
when
he
comes
into
the
property
,
naturally
begins
to
rummage
,
don
’
t
you
see
?
"
said
Mr
.
Bucket
.
"
To
which
?
Say
that
again
,
"
cried
Mr
.
Smallweed
in
a
shrill
,
sharp
voice
.
"
To
rummage
,
"
repeated
Mr
.
Bucket
.
"
Being
a
prudent
man
and
accustomed
to
take
care
of
your
own
affairs
,
you
begin
to
rummage
among
the
papers
as
you
have
come
into
;
don
’
t
you
?
"
"
Of
course
I
do
,
"
cried
Mr
.
Smallweed
.
"
Of
course
you
do
,
"
said
Mr
.
Bucket
conversationally
,
"
and
much
to
blame
you
would
be
if
you
didn
’
t
.
And
so
you
chance
to
find
,
you
know
,
"
Mr
.
Bucket
went
on
,
stooping
over
him
with
an
air
of
cheerful
raillery
which
Mr
.
Smallweed
by
no
means
reciprocated
,
"
and
so
you
chance
to
find
,
you
know
,
a
paper
with
the
signature
of
Jarndyce
to
it
.
Don
’
t
you
?
"
Mr
.
Smallweed
glanced
with
a
troubled
eye
at
us
and
grudgingly
nodded
assent
.
"
And
coming
to
look
at
that
paper
at
your
full
leisure
and
convenience
—
all
in
good
time
,
for
you
’
re
not
curious
to
read
it
,
and
why
should
you
be
?
—
what
do
you
find
it
to
be
but
a
will
,
you
see
.
That
’
s
the
drollery
of
it
,
"
said
Mr
.
Bucket
with
the
same
lively
air
of
recalling
a
joke
for
the
enjoyment
of
Mr
.
Smallweed
,
who
still
had
the
same
crest
-
fallen
appearance
of
not
enjoying
it
at
all
;
"
what
do
you
find
it
to
be
but
a
will
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
that
it
’
s
good
as
a
will
or
as
anything
else
,
"
snarled
Mr
.
Smallweed
.
Mr
.
Bucket
eyed
the
old
man
for
a
moment
—
he
had
slipped
and
shrunk
down
in
his
chair
into
a
mere
bundle
—
as
if
he
were
much
disposed
to
pounce
upon
him
;
nevertheless
,
he
continued
to
bend
over
him
with
the
same
agreeable
air
,
keeping
the
corner
of
one
of
his
eyes
upon
us
.
"
Notwithstanding
which
,
"
said
Mr
.
Bucket
,
"
you
get
a
little
doubtful
and
uncomfortable
in
your
mind
about
it
,
having
a
very
tender
mind
of
your
own
.
"
"
Eh
?
What
do
you
say
I
have
got
of
my
own
?
"
asked
Mr
.
Smallweed
with
his
hand
to
his
ear
.
"
A
very
tender
mind
.
"
"
Ho
!
Well
,
go
on
,
"
said
Mr
.
Smallweed
.
"
And
as
you
’
ve
heard
a
good
deal
mentioned
regarding
a
celebrated
Chancery
will
case
of
the
same
name
,
and
as
you
know
what
a
card
Krook
was
for
buying
all
manner
of
old
pieces
of
furniter
,
and
books
,
and
papers
,
and
what
not
,
and
never
liking
to
part
with
’
em
,
and
always
a
-
going
to
teach
himself
to
read
,
you
begin
to
think
—
and
you
never
was
more
correct
in
your
born
days
—
’
Ecod
,
if
I
don
’
t
look
about
me
,
I
may
get
into
trouble
regarding
this
will
.
’
"
"
Now
,
mind
how
you
put
it
,
Bucket
,
"
cried
the
old
man
anxiously
with
his
hand
at
his
ear
.
"
Speak
up
;
none
of
your
brimstone
tricks
.
Pick
me
up
;
I
want
to
hear
better
.
Oh
,
Lord
,
I
am
shaken
to
bits
!
"
Mr
.
Bucket
had
certainly
picked
him
up
at
a
dart
.
However
,
as
soon
as
he
could
be
heard
through
Mr
.
Smallweed
’
s
coughing
and
his
vicious
ejaculations
of
"
Oh
,
my
bones
!
Oh
,
dear
!
I
’
ve
no
breath
in
my
body
!
I
’
m
worse
than
the
chattering
,
clattering
,
brimstone
pig
at
home
!
"
Mr
.
Bucket
proceeded
in
the
same
convivial
manner
as
before
.
"
So
,
as
I
happen
to
be
in
the
habit
of
coming
about
your
premises
,
you
take
me
into
your
confidence
,
don
’
t
you
?
"
I
think
it
would
be
impossible
to
make
an
admission
with
more
ill
will
and
a
worse
grace
than
Mr
.
Smallweed
displayed
when
he
admitted
this
,
rendering
it
perfectly
evident
that
Mr
.
Bucket
was
the
very
last
person
he
would
have
thought
of
taking
into
his
confidence
if
he
could
by
any
possibility
have
kept
him
out
of
it
.
"
And
I
go
into
the
business
with
you
—
very
pleasant
we
are
over
it
;
and
I
confirm
you
in
your
well
-
founded
fears
that
you
will
get
yourself
into
a
most
precious
line
if
you
don
’
t
come
out
with
that
there
will
,
"
said
Mr
.
Bucket
emphatically
;
"
and
accordingly
you
arrange
with
me
that
it
shall
be
delivered
up
to
this
present
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
on
no
conditions
.
If
it
should
prove
to
be
valuable
,
you
trusting
yourself
to
him
for
your
reward
;
that
’
s
about
where
it
is
,
ain
’
t
it
?
"
"
That
’
s
what
was
agreed
,
"
Mr
.
Smallweed
assented
with
the
same
bad
grace
.
"
In
consequence
of
which
,
"
said
Mr
.
Bucket
,
dismissing
his
agreeable
manner
all
at
once
and
becoming
strictly
business
-
like
,
"
you
’
ve
got
that
will
upon
your
person
at
the
present
time
,
and
the
only
thing
that
remains
for
you
to
do
is
just
to
out
with
it
!
"
Having
given
us
one
glance
out
of
the
watching
corner
of
his
eye
,
and
having
given
his
nose
one
triumphant
rub
with
his
forefinger
,
Mr
.
Bucket
stood
with
his
eyes
fastened
on
his
confidential
friend
and
his
hand
stretched
forth
ready
to
take
the
paper
and
present
it
to
my
guardian
.
It
was
not
produced
without
much
reluctance
and
many
declarations
on
the
part
of
Mr
.
Smallweed
that
he
was
a
poor
industrious
man
and
that
he
left
it
to
Mr
.
Jarndyce
’
s
honour
not
to
let
him
lose
by
his
honesty
.
Little
by
little
he
very
slowly
took
from
a
breast
-
pocket
a
stained
,
discoloured
paper
which
was
much
singed
upon
the
outside
and
a
little
burnt
at
the
edges
,
as
if
it
had
long
ago
been
thrown
upon
a
fire
and
hastily
snatched
off
again
.
Mr
.
Bucket
lost
no
time
in
transferring
this
paper
,
with
the
dexterity
of
a
conjuror
,
from
Mr
.
Smallweed
to
Mr
.
Jarndyce
.
As
he
gave
it
to
my
guardian
,
he
whispered
behind
his
fingers
,
"
Hadn
’
t
settled
how
to
make
their
market
of
it
.
Quarrelled
and
hinted
about
it
.
I
laid
out
twenty
pound
upon
it
.
First
the
avaricious
grandchildren
split
upon
him
on
account
of
their
objections
to
his
living
so
unreasonably
long
,
and
then
they
split
on
one
another
.
Lord
!
There
ain
’
t
one
of
the
family
that
wouldn
’
t
sell
the
other
for
a
pound
or
two
,
except
the
old
lady
—
and
she
’
s
only
out
of
it
because
she
’
s
too
weak
in
her
mind
to
drive
a
bargain
.
"
"
Mr
Bucket
,
"
said
my
guardian
aloud
,
"
whatever
the
worth
of
this
paper
may
be
to
any
one
,
my
obligations
are
great
to
you
;
and
if
it
be
of
any
worth
,
I
hold
myself
bound
to
see
Mr
.
Smallweed
remunerated
accordingly
.
"
"
Not
according
to
your
merits
,
you
know
,
"
said
Mr
.
Bucket
in
friendly
explanation
to
Mr
.
Smallweed
.
"
Don
’
t
you
be
afraid
of
that
.
According
to
its
value
.
