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"
"
Why
,
so
have
I
been
thinking
too
,
Rick
,
"
said
my
guardian
,
"
and
our
little
woman
likewise
;
she
and
I
have
been
talking
of
it
this
very
day
.
I
dare
say
her
husband
won
’
t
object
.
What
do
you
think
?
"
Richard
smiled
and
lifted
up
his
arm
to
touch
him
as
he
stood
behind
the
head
of
the
couch
.
"
I
say
nothing
of
Ada
,
"
said
Richard
,
"
but
I
think
of
her
,
and
have
thought
of
her
very
much
.
Look
at
her
!
See
her
here
,
sir
,
bending
over
this
pillow
when
she
has
so
much
need
to
rest
upon
it
herself
,
my
dear
love
,
my
poor
girl
!
"
He
clasped
her
in
his
arms
,
and
none
of
us
spoke
.
He
gradually
released
her
,
and
she
looked
upon
us
,
and
looked
up
to
heaven
,
and
moved
her
lips
.
"
When
I
get
down
to
Bleak
House
,
"
said
Richard
,
"
I
shall
have
much
to
tell
you
,
sir
,
and
you
will
have
much
to
show
me
.
You
will
go
,
won
’
t
you
?
"
"
Undoubtedly
,
dear
Rick
.
"
"
Thank
you
;
like
you
,
like
you
,
"
said
Richard
.
"
But
it
’
s
all
like
you
.
They
have
been
telling
me
how
you
planned
it
and
how
you
remembered
all
Esther
’
s
familiar
tastes
and
ways
.
It
will
be
like
coming
to
the
old
Bleak
House
again
.
"
"
And
you
will
come
there
too
,
I
hope
,
Rick
.
I
am
a
solitary
man
now
,
you
know
,
and
it
will
be
a
charity
to
come
to
me
.
A
charity
to
come
to
me
,
my
love
!
"
he
repeated
to
Ada
as
he
gently
passed
his
hand
over
her
golden
hair
and
put
a
lock
of
it
to
his
lips
.
(
I
think
he
vowed
within
himself
to
cherish
her
if
she
were
left
alone
.
)
"
It
was
a
troubled
dream
?
"
said
Richard
,
clasping
both
my
guardian
’
s
hands
eagerly
.
"
Nothing
more
,
Rick
;
nothing
more
"
"
And
you
,
being
a
good
man
,
can
pass
it
as
such
,
and
forgive
and
pity
the
dreamer
,
and
be
lenient
and
encouraging
when
he
wakes
?
"
"
Indeed
I
can
.
What
am
I
but
another
dreamer
,
Rick
?
"
"
I
will
begin
the
world
!
"
said
Richard
with
a
light
in
his
eyes
.
My
husband
drew
a
little
nearer
towards
Ada
,
and
I
saw
him
solemnly
lift
up
his
hand
to
warn
my
guardian
.
"
When
shall
I
go
from
this
place
to
that
pleasant
country
where
the
old
times
are
,
where
I
shall
have
strength
to
tell
what
Ada
has
been
to
me
,
where
I
shall
be
able
to
recall
my
many
faults
and
blindnesses
,
where
I
shall
prepare
myself
to
be
a
guide
to
my
unborn
child
?
"
said
Richard
.
"
When
shall
I
go
?
"
"
Dear
Rick
,
when
you
are
strong
enough
,
"
returned
my
guardian
.
"
Ada
,
my
darling
!
"
He
sought
to
raise
himself
a
little
.
Allan
raised
him
so
that
she
could
hold
him
on
her
bosom
,
which
was
what
he
wanted
.
"
I
have
done
you
many
wrongs
,
my
own
.
I
have
fallen
like
a
poor
stray
shadow
on
your
way
,
I
have
married
you
to
poverty
and
trouble
,
I
have
scattered
your
means
to
the
winds
.
You
will
forgive
me
all
this
,
my
Ada
,
before
I
begin
the
world
?
"
A
smile
irradiated
his
face
as
she
bent
to
kiss
him
.
He
slowly
laid
his
face
down
upon
her
bosom
,
drew
his
arms
closer
round
her
neck
,
and
with
one
parting
sob
began
the
world
.
Not
this
world
,
oh
,
not
this
!
The
world
that
sets
this
right
.
When
all
was
still
,
at
a
late
hour
,
poor
crazed
Miss
Flite
came
weeping
to
me
and
told
me
she
had
given
her
birds
their
liberty
.
There
is
a
hush
upon
Chesney
Wold
in
these
altered
days
,
as
there
is
upon
a
portion
of
the
family
history
.
The
story
goes
that
Sir
Leicester
paid
some
who
could
have
spoken
out
to
hold
their
peace
;
but
it
is
a
lame
story
,
feebly
whispering
and
creeping
about
,
and
any
brighter
spark
of
life
it
shows
soon
dies
away
.
It
is
known
for
certain
that
the
handsome
Lady
Dedlock
lies
in
the
mausoleum
in
the
park
,
where
the
trees
arch
darkly
overhead
,
and
the
owl
is
heard
at
night
making
the
woods
ring
;
but
whence
she
was
brought
home
to
be
laid
among
the
echoes
of
that
solitary
place
,
or
how
she
died
,
is
all
mystery
.
Some
of
her
old
friends
,
principally
to
be
found
among
the
peachy
-
cheeked
charmers
with
the
skeleton
throats
,
did
once
occasionally
say
,
as
they
toyed
in
a
ghastly
manner
with
large
fans
—
like
charmers
reduced
to
flirting
with
grim
death
,
after
losing
all
their
other
beaux
—
did
once
occasionally
say
,
when
the
world
assembled
together
,
that
they
wondered
the
ashes
of
the
Dedlocks
,
entombed
in
the
mausoleum
,
never
rose
against
the
profanation
of
her
company
.
But
the
dead
-
and
-
gone
Dedlocks
take
it
very
calmly
and
have
never
been
known
to
object
.
Up
from
among
the
fern
in
the
hollow
,
and
winding
by
the
bridle
-
road
among
the
trees
,
comes
sometimes
to
this
lonely
spot
the
sound
of
horses
’
hoofs
.
Then
may
be
seen
Sir
Leicester
—
invalided
,
bent
,
and
almost
blind
,
but
of
worthy
presence
yet
—
riding
with
a
stalwart
man
beside
him
,
constant
to
his
bridle
-
rein
.
When
they
come
to
a
certain
spot
before
the
mausoleum
-
door
,
Sir
Leicester
’
s
accustomed
horse
stops
of
his
own
accord
,
and
Sir
Leicester
,
pulling
off
his
hat
,
is
still
for
a
few
moments
before
they
ride
away
.
War
rages
yet
with
the
audacious
Boythorn
,
though
at
uncertain
intervals
,
and
now
hotly
,
and
now
coolly
,
flickering
like
an
unsteady
fire
.
The
truth
is
said
to
be
that
when
Sir
Leicester
came
down
to
Lincolnshire
for
good
,
Mr
.
Boythorn
showed
a
manifest
desire
to
abandon
his
right
of
way
and
do
whatever
Sir
Leicester
would
,
which
Sir
Leicester
,
conceiving
to
be
a
condescension
to
his
illness
or
misfortune
,
took
in
such
high
dudgeon
,
and
was
so
magnificently
aggrieved
by
,
that
Mr
.
Boythorn
found
himself
under
the
necessity
of
committing
a
flagrant
trespass
to
restore
his
neighbour
to
himself
.
Similarly
,
Mr
.
Boythorn
continues
to
post
tremendous
placards
on
the
disputed
thoroughfare
and
(
with
his
bird
upon
his
head
)
to
hold
forth
vehemently
against
Sir
Leicester
in
the
sanctuary
of
his
own
home
;
similarly
,
also
,
he
defies
him
as
of
old
in
the
little
church
by
testifying
a
bland
unconsciousness
of
his
existence
.
But
it
is
whispered
that
when
he
is
most
ferocious
towards
his
old
foe
,
he
is
really
most
considerate
,
and
that
Sir
Leicester
,
in
the
dignity
of
being
implacable
,
little
supposes
how
much
he
is
humoured
.
As
little
does
he
think
how
near
together
he
and
his
antagonist
have
suffered
in
the
fortunes
of
two
sisters
,
and
his
antagonist
,
who
knows
it
now
,
is
not
the
man
to
tell
him
.
So
the
quarrel
goes
on
to
the
satisfaction
of
both
.
In
one
of
the
lodges
of
the
park
—
that
lodge
within
sight
of
the
house
where
,
once
upon
a
time
,
when
the
waters
were
out
down
in
Lincolnshire
,
my
Lady
used
to
see
the
keeper
’
s
child
—
the
stalwart
man
,
the
trooper
formerly
,
is
housed
.
Some
relics
of
his
old
calling
hang
upon
the
walls
,
and
these
it
is
the
chosen
recreation
of
a
little
lame
man
about
the
stable
-
yard
to
keep
gleaming
bright
.
A
busy
little
man
he
always
is
,
in
the
polishing
at
harness
-
house
doors
,
of
stirrup
-
irons
,
bits
,
curb
-
chains
,
harness
bosses
,
anything
in
the
way
of
a
stable
-
yard
that
will
take
a
polish
,
leading
a
life
of
friction
.
A
shaggy
little
damaged
man
,
withal
,
not
unlike
an
old
dog
of
some
mongrel
breed
,
who
has
been
considerably
knocked
about
.
He
answers
to
the
name
of
Phil
.
A
goodly
sight
it
is
to
see
the
grand
old
housekeeper
(
harder
of
hearing
now
)
going
to
church
on
the
arm
of
her
son
and
to
observe
—
which
few
do
,
for
the
house
is
scant
of
company
in
these
times
—
the
relations
of
both
towards
Sir
Leicester
,
and
his
towards
them
.
They
have
visitors
in
the
high
summer
weather
,
when
a
grey
cloak
and
umbrella
,
unknown
to
Chesney
Wold
at
other
periods
,
are
seen
among
the
leaves
;
when
two
young
ladies
are
occasionally
found
gambolling
in
sequestered
saw
-
pits
and
such
nooks
of
the
park
;
and
when
the
smoke
of
two
pipes
wreathes
away
into
the
fragrant
evening
air
from
the
trooper
’
s
door
.
Then
is
a
fife
heard
trolling
within
the
lodge
on
the
inspiring
topic
of
the
"
British
Grenadiers
"
;
and
as
the
evening
closes
in
,
a
gruff
inflexible
voice
is
heard
to
say
,
while
two
men
pace
together
up
and
down
,
"
But
I
never
own
to
it
before
the
old
girl
.
Discipline
must
be
maintained
.
"
The
greater
part
of
the
house
is
shut
up
,
and
it
is
a
show
-
house
no
longer
;
yet
Sir
Leicester
holds
his
shrunken
state
in
the
long
drawing
-
room
for
all
that
,
and
reposes
in
his
old
place
before
my
Lady
’
s
picture
.
Closed
in
by
night
with
broad
screens
,
and
illumined
only
in
that
part
,
the
light
of
the
drawing
-
room
seems
gradually
contracting
and
dwindling
until
it
shall
be
no
more
.
A
little
more
,
in
truth
,
and
it
will
be
all
extinguished
for
Sir
Leicester
;
and
the
damp
door
in
the
mausoleum
which
shuts
so
tight
,
and
looks
so
obdurate
,
will
have
opened
and
received
him
.
Volumnia
,
growing
with
the
flight
of
time
pinker
as
to
the
red
in
her
face
,
and
yellower
as
to
the
white
,
reads
to
Sir
Leicester
in
the
long
evenings
and
is
driven
to
various
artifices
to
conceal
her
yawns
,
of
which
the
chief
and
most
efficacious
is
the
insertion
of
the
pearl
necklace
between
her
rosy
lips
.
Long
-
winded
treatises
on
the
Buffy
and
Boodle
question
,
showing
how
Buffy
is
immaculate
and
Boodle
villainous
,
and
how
the
country
is
lost
by
being
all
Boodle
and
no
Buffy
,
or
saved
by
being
all
Buffy
and
no
Boodle
(
it
must
be
one
of
the
two
,
and
cannot
be
anything
else
)
,
are
the
staple
of
her
reading
.
Sir
Leicester
is
not
particular
what
it
is
and
does
not
appear
to
follow
it
very
closely
,
further
than
that
he
always
comes
broad
awake
the
moment
Volumnia
ventures
to
leave
off
,
and
sonorously
repeating
her
last
words
,
begs
with
some
displeasure
to
know
if
she
finds
herself
fatigued
.
However
,
Volumnia
,
in
the
course
of
her
bird
-
like
hopping
about
and
pecking
at
papers
,
has
alighted
on
a
memorandum
concerning
herself
in
the
event
of
"
anything
happening
"
to
her
kinsman
,
which
is
handsome
compensation
for
an
extensive
course
of
reading
and
holds
even
the
dragon
Boredom
at
bay
.
The
cousins
generally
are
rather
shy
of
Chesney
Wold
in
its
dullness
,
but
take
to
it
a
little
in
the
shooting
season
,
when
guns
are
heard
in
the
plantations
,
and
a
few
scattered
beaters
and
keepers
wait
at
the
old
places
of
appointment
for
low
-
spirited
twos
and
threes
of
cousins
.
The
debilitated
cousin
,
more
debilitated
by
the
dreariness
of
the
place
,
gets
into
a
fearful
state
of
depression
,
groaning
under
penitential
sofa
-
pillows
in
his
gunless
hours
and
protesting
that
such
fernal
old
jail
’
s
—
nough
t
’
sew
fler
up
—
frever
.
The
only
great
occasions
for
Volumnia
in
this
changed
aspect
of
the
place
in
Lincolnshire
are
those
occasions
,
rare
and
widely
separated
,
when
something
is
to
be
done
for
the
county
or
the
country
in
the
way
of
gracing
a
public
ball
.
Then
,
indeed
,
does
the
tuckered
sylph
come
out
in
fairy
form
and
proceed
with
joy
under
cousinly
escort
to
the
exhausted
old
assembly
-
room
,
fourteen
heavy
miles
off
,
which
,
during
three
hundred
and
sixty
-
four
days
and
nights
of
every
ordinary
year
,
is
a
kind
of
antipodean
lumber
-
room
full
of
old
chairs
and
tables
upside
down
.
Then
,
indeed
,
does
she
captivate
all
hearts
by
her
condescension
,
by
her
girlish
vivacity
,
and
by
her
skipping
about
as
in
the
days
when
the
hideous
old
general
with
the
mouth
too
full
of
teeth
had
not
cut
one
of
them
at
two
guineas
each
.
Then
does
she
twirl
and
twine
,
a
pastoral
nymph
of
good
family
,
through
the
mazes
of
the
dance
.
Then
do
the
swains
appear
with
tea
,
with
lemonade
,
with
sandwiches
,
with
homage
.
Then
is
she
kind
and
cruel
,
stately
and
unassuming
,
various
,
beautifully
wilful
.
Then
is
there
a
singular
kind
of
parallel
between
her
and
the
little
glass
chandeliers
of
another
age
embellishing
that
assembly
-
room
,
which
,
with
their
meagre
stems
,
their
spare
little
drops
,
their
disappointing
knobs
where
no
drops
are
,
their
bare
little
stalks
from
which
knobs
and
drops
have
both
departed
,
and
their
little
feeble
prismatic
twinkling
,
all
seem
Volumnias
.
For
the
rest
,
Lincolnshire
life
to
Volumnia
is
a
vast
blank
of
overgrown
house
looking
out
upon
trees
,
sighing
,
wringing
their
hands
,
bowing
their
heads
,
and
casting
their
tears
upon
the
window
-
panes
in
monotonous
depressions
.
A
labyrinth
of
grandeur
,
less
the
property
of
an
old
family
of
human
beings
and
their
ghostly
likenesses
than
of
an
old
family
of
echoings
and
thunderings
which
start
out
of
their
hundred
graves
at
every
sound
and
go
resounding
through
the
building
.
A
waste
of
unused
passages
and
staircases
in
which
to
drop
a
comb
upon
a
bedroom
floor
at
night
is
to
send
a
stealthy
footfall
on
an
errand
through
the
house
.
A
place
where
few
people
care
to
go
about
alone
,
where
a
maid
screams
if
an
ash
drops
from
the
fire
,
takes
to
crying
at
all
times
and
seasons
,
becomes
the
victim
of
a
low
disorder
of
the
spirits
,
and
gives
warning
and
departs
.
Thus
Chesney
Wold
With
so
much
of
itself
abandoned
to
darkness
and
vacancy
;
with
so
little
change
under
the
summer
shining
or
the
wintry
lowering
;
so
sombre
and
motionless
always
—
no
flag
flying
now
by
day
,
no
rows
of
lights
sparkling
by
night
;
with
no
family
to
come
and
go
,
no
visitors
to
be
the
souls
of
pale
cold
shapes
of
rooms
,
no
stir
of
life
about
it
—
passion
and
pride
,
even
to
the
stranger
’
s
eye
,
have
died
away
from
the
place
in
Lincolnshire
and
yielded
it
to
dull
repose
.
Full
seven
happy
years
I
have
been
the
mistress
of
Bleak
House
.
The
few
words
that
I
have
to
add
to
what
I
have
written
are
soon
penned
;
then
I
and
the
unknown
friend
to
whom
I
write
will
part
for
ever
.
Not
without
much
dear
remembrance
on
my
side
.
Not
without
some
,
I
hope
,
on
his
or
hers
.
They
gave
my
darling
into
my
arms
,
and
through
many
weeks
I
never
left
her
.
The
little
child
who
was
to
have
done
so
much
was
born
before
the
turf
was
planted
on
its
father
’
s
grave
.
It
was
a
boy
;
and
I
,
my
husband
,
and
my
guardian
gave
him
his
father
’
s
name
.
The
help
that
my
dear
counted
on
did
come
to
her
,
though
it
came
,
in
the
eternal
wisdom
,
for
another
purpose
.
Though
to
bless
and
restore
his
mother
,
not
his
father
,
was
the
errand
of
this
baby
,
its
power
was
mighty
to
do
it
.
When
I
saw
the
strength
of
the
weak
little
hand
and
how
its
touch
could
heal
my
darling
’
s
heart
and
raised
hope
within
her
,
I
felt
a
new
sense
of
the
goodness
and
the
tenderness
of
God
.
They
throve
,
and
by
degrees
I
saw
my
dear
girl
pass
into
my
country
garden
and
walk
there
with
her
infant
in
her
arms
.
I
was
married
then
.
I
was
the
happiest
of
the
happy
.
It
was
at
this
time
that
my
guardian
joined
us
and
asked
Ada
when
she
would
come
home
.
"
Both
houses
are
your
home
,
my
dear
,
"
said
he
,
"
but
the
older
Bleak
House
claims
priority
.
When
you
and
my
boy
are
strong
enough
to
do
it
,
come
and
take
possession
of
your
home
.
"
Ada
called
him
"
her
dearest
cousin
,
John
.
"
But
he
said
,
no
,
it
must
be
guardian
now
.
He
was
her
guardian
henceforth
,
and
the
boy
’
s
;
and
he
had
an
old
association
with
the
name
.
