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One
face
,
and
not
an
agreeable
one
,
though
it
was
handsome
,
seemed
maliciously
watchful
of
this
pretty
girl
,
and
indeed
of
every
one
and
everything
there
.
It
was
a
Frenchwoman
’
s
.
As
the
bell
was
yet
ringing
and
the
great
people
were
not
yet
come
,
I
had
leisure
to
glance
over
the
church
,
which
smelt
as
earthy
as
a
grave
,
and
to
think
what
a
shady
,
ancient
,
solemn
little
church
it
was
.
The
windows
,
heavily
shaded
by
trees
,
admitted
a
subdued
light
that
made
the
faces
around
me
pale
,
and
darkened
the
old
brasses
in
the
pavement
and
the
time
and
damp
-
worn
monuments
,
and
rendered
the
sunshine
in
the
little
porch
,
where
a
monotonous
ringer
was
working
at
the
bell
,
inestimably
bright
.
But
a
stir
in
that
direction
,
a
gathering
of
reverential
awe
in
the
rustic
faces
,
and
a
blandly
ferocious
assumption
on
the
part
of
Mr
.
Boythorn
of
being
resolutely
unconscious
of
somebody
’
s
existence
forewarned
me
that
the
great
people
were
come
and
that
the
service
was
going
to
begin
.
"
’
Enter
not
into
judgment
with
thy
servant
,
O
Lord
,
for
in
thy
sight
—
’
"
Shall
I
ever
forget
the
rapid
beating
at
my
heart
,
occasioned
by
the
look
I
met
as
I
stood
up
!
Shall
I
ever
forget
the
manner
in
which
those
handsome
proud
eyes
seemed
to
spring
out
of
their
languor
and
to
hold
mine
!
It
was
only
a
moment
before
I
cast
mine
down
—
released
again
,
if
I
may
say
so
—
on
my
book
;
but
I
knew
the
beautiful
face
quite
well
in
that
short
space
of
time
.
And
,
very
strangely
,
there
was
something
quickened
within
me
,
associated
with
the
lonely
days
at
my
godmother
’
s
;
yes
,
away
even
to
the
days
when
I
had
stood
on
tiptoe
to
dress
myself
at
my
little
glass
after
dressing
my
doll
.
And
this
,
although
I
had
never
seen
this
lady
’
s
face
before
in
all
my
life
—
I
was
quite
sure
of
it
—
absolutely
certain
.
It
was
easy
to
know
that
the
ceremonious
,
gouty
,
grey
-
haired
gentleman
,
the
only
other
occupant
of
the
great
pew
,
was
Sir
Leicester
Dedlock
,
and
that
the
lady
was
Lady
Dedlock
.
But
why
her
face
should
be
,
in
a
confused
way
,
like
a
broken
glass
to
me
,
in
which
I
saw
scraps
of
old
remembrances
,
and
why
I
should
be
so
fluttered
and
troubled
(
for
I
was
still
)
by
having
casually
met
her
eyes
,
I
could
not
think
.
I
felt
it
to
be
an
unmeaning
weakness
in
me
and
tried
to
overcome
it
by
attending
to
the
words
I
heard
.
Then
,
very
strangely
,
I
seemed
to
hear
them
,
not
in
the
reader
’
s
voice
,
but
in
the
well
-
remembered
voice
of
my
godmother
.
This
made
me
think
,
did
Lady
Dedlock
’
s
face
accidentally
resemble
my
godmother
’
s
?
It
might
be
that
it
did
,
a
little
;
but
the
expression
was
so
different
,
and
the
stern
decision
which
had
worn
into
my
godmother
’
s
face
,
like
weather
into
rocks
,
was
so
completely
wanting
in
the
face
before
me
that
it
could
not
be
that
resemblance
which
had
struck
me
.
Neither
did
I
know
the
loftiness
and
haughtiness
of
Lady
Dedlock
’
s
face
,
at
all
,
in
any
one
.
And
yet
I
—
I
,
little
Esther
Summerson
,
the
child
who
lived
a
life
apart
and
on
whose
birthday
there
was
no
rejoicing
—
seemed
to
arise
before
my
own
eyes
,
evoked
out
of
the
past
by
some
power
in
this
fashionable
lady
,
whom
I
not
only
entertained
no
fancy
that
I
had
ever
seen
,
but
whom
I
perfectly
well
knew
I
had
never
seen
until
that
hour
.
It
made
me
tremble
so
to
be
thrown
into
this
unaccountable
agitation
that
I
was
conscious
of
being
distressed
even
by
the
observation
of
the
French
maid
,
though
I
knew
she
had
been
looking
watchfully
here
,
and
there
,
and
everywhere
,
from
the
moment
of
her
coming
into
the
church
.
By
degrees
,
though
very
slowly
,
I
at
last
overcame
my
strange
emotion
.
After
a
long
time
,
I
looked
towards
Lady
Dedlock
again
.
It
was
while
they
were
preparing
to
sing
,
before
the
sermon
.
She
took
no
heed
of
me
,
and
the
beating
at
my
heart
was
gone
.
Neither
did
it
revive
for
more
than
a
few
moments
when
she
once
or
twice
afterwards
glanced
at
Ada
or
at
me
through
her
glass
.
The
service
being
concluded
,
Sir
Leicester
gave
his
arm
with
much
taste
and
gallantry
to
Lady
Dedlock
—
though
he
was
obliged
to
walk
by
the
help
of
a
thick
stick
—
and
escorted
her
out
of
church
to
the
pony
carriage
in
which
they
had
come
.
The
servants
then
dispersed
,
and
so
did
the
congregation
,
whom
Sir
Leicester
had
contemplated
all
along
(
Mr
.
Skimpole
said
to
Mr
.
Boythorn
’
s
infinite
delight
)
as
if
he
were
a
considerable
landed
proprietor
in
heaven
.
"
He
believes
he
is
!
"
said
Mr
.
Boythorn
.
"
He
firmly
believes
it
.
So
did
his
father
,
and
his
grandfather
,
and
his
great
-
grandfather
!
"
"
Do
you
know
,
"
pursued
Mr
.
Skimpole
very
unexpectedly
to
Mr
.
Boythorn
,
"
it
’
s
agreeable
to
me
to
see
a
man
of
that
sort
.
"
"
IS
it
!
"
said
Mr
.
Boythorn
.
"
Say
that
he
wants
to
patronize
me
,
"
pursued
Mr
.
Skimpole
.
"
Very
well
!
I
don
’
t
object
.
"
"
I
do
,
"
said
Mr
.
Boythorn
with
great
vigour
.
"
Do
you
really
?
"
returned
Mr
.
Skimpole
in
his
easy
light
vein
.
"
But
that
’
s
taking
trouble
,
surely
.
And
why
should
you
take
trouble
?
Here
am
I
,
content
to
receive
things
childishly
as
they
fall
out
,
and
I
never
take
trouble
!
I
come
down
here
,
for
instance
,
and
I
find
a
mighty
potentate
exacting
homage
.
Very
well
!
I
say
’
Mighty
potentate
,
here
IS
my
homage
!
It
’
s
easier
to
give
it
than
to
withhold
it
.
Here
it
is
.
If
you
have
anything
of
an
agreeable
nature
to
show
me
,
I
shall
be
happy
to
see
it
;
if
you
have
anything
of
an
agreeable
nature
to
give
me
,
I
shall
be
happy
to
accept
it
.
’
Mighty
potentate
replies
in
effect
,
’
This
is
a
sensible
fellow
.
I
find
him
accord
with
my
digestion
and
my
bilious
system
.
He
doesn
’
t
impose
upon
me
the
necessity
of
rolling
myself
up
like
a
hedgehog
with
my
points
outward
.
I
expand
,
I
open
,
I
turn
my
silver
lining
outward
like
Milton
’
s
cloud
,
and
it
’
s
more
agreeable
to
both
of
us
.
’
That
’
s
my
view
of
such
things
,
speaking
as
a
child
!
"
"
But
suppose
you
went
down
somewhere
else
to
-
morrow
,
"
said
Mr
.
Boythorn
,
"
where
there
was
the
opposite
of
that
fellow
—
or
of
this
fellow
.
How
then
?
"
"
How
then
?
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
with
an
appearance
of
the
utmost
simplicity
and
candour
.
"
Just
the
same
then
!
I
should
say
,
’
My
esteemed
Boythorn
’
—
to
make
you
the
personification
of
our
imaginary
friend
—
’
my
esteemed
Boythorn
,
you
object
to
the
mighty
potentate
?
Very
good
.
So
do
I
.
I
take
it
that
my
business
in
the
social
system
is
to
be
agreeable
;
I
take
it
that
everybody
’
s
business
in
the
social
system
is
to
be
agreeable
.
It
’
s
a
system
of
harmony
,
in
short
.
Therefore
if
you
object
,
I
object
.
Now
,
excellent
Boythorn
,
let
us
go
to
dinner
!
’
"
"
But
excellent
Boythorn
might
say
,
"
returned
our
host
,
swelling
and
growing
very
red
,
"
I
’
ll
be
—
"
"
I
understand
,
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
.
"
Very
likely
he
would
.
"
"
—
if
I
WILL
go
to
dinner
!
"
cried
Mr
.
Boythorn
in
a
violent
burst
and
stopping
to
strike
his
stick
upon
the
ground
.
"
And
he
would
probably
add
,
’
Is
there
such
a
thing
as
principle
,
Mr
.
Harold
Skimpole
?
’
"
"
To
which
Harold
Skimpole
would
reply
,
you
know
,
"
he
returned
in
his
gayest
manner
and
with
his
most
ingenuous
smile
,
"
’
Upon
my
life
I
have
not
the
least
idea
!
I
don
’
t
know
what
it
is
you
call
by
that
name
,
or
where
it
is
,
or
who
possesses
it
.
If
you
possess
it
and
find
it
comfortable
,
I
am
quite
delighted
and
congratulate
you
heartily
.
But
I
know
nothing
about
it
,
I
assure
you
;
for
I
am
a
mere
child
,
and
I
lay
no
claim
to
it
,
and
I
don
’
t
want
it
!
’
So
,
you
see
,
excellent
Boythorn
and
I
would
go
to
dinner
after
all
!
"
This
was
one
of
many
little
dialogues
between
them
which
I
always
expected
to
end
,
and
which
I
dare
say
would
have
ended
under
other
circumstances
,
in
some
violent
explosion
on
the
part
of
our
host
.
But
he
had
so
high
a
sense
of
his
hospitable
and
responsible
position
as
our
entertainer
,
and
my
guardian
laughed
so
sincerely
at
and
with
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
as
a
child
who
blew
bubbles
and
broke
them
all
day
long
,
that
matters
never
went
beyond
this
point
.
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
who
always
seemed
quite
unconscious
of
having
been
on
delicate
ground
,
then
betook
himself
to
beginning
some
sketch
in
the
park
which
he
never
finished
,
or
to
playing
fragments
of
airs
on
the
piano
,
or
to
singing
scraps
of
songs
,
or
to
lying
down
on
his
back
under
a
tree
and
looking
at
the
sky
—
which
he
couldn
’
t
help
thinking
,
he
said
,
was
what
he
was
meant
for
;
it
suited
him
so
exactly
.
"
Enterprise
and
effort
,
"
he
would
say
to
us
(
on
his
back
)
,
"
are
delightful
to
me
.
I
believe
I
am
truly
cosmopolitan
.
I
have
the
deepest
sympathy
with
them
.
I
lie
in
a
shady
place
like
this
and
think
of
adventurous
spirits
going
to
the
North
Pole
or
penetrating
to
the
heart
of
the
Torrid
Zone
with
admiration
.
Mercenary
creatures
ask
,
’
What
is
the
use
of
a
man
’
s
going
to
the
North
Pole
?
What
good
does
it
do
?
’
I
can
’
t
say
;
but
,
for
anything
I
CAN
say
,
he
may
go
for
the
purpose
—
though
he
don
’
t
know
it
—
of
employing
my
thoughts
as
I
lie
here
.
Take
an
extreme
case
.
Take
the
case
of
the
slaves
on
American
plantations
.
I
dare
say
they
are
worked
hard
,
I
dare
say
they
don
’
t
altogether
like
it
.
I
dare
say
theirs
is
an
unpleasant
experience
on
the
whole
;
but
they
people
the
landscape
for
me
,
they
give
it
a
poetry
for
me
,
and
perhaps
that
is
one
of
the
pleasanter
objects
of
their
existence
.
I
am
very
sensible
of
it
,
if
it
be
,
and
I
shouldn
’
t
wonder
if
it
were
!
"
I
always
wondered
on
these
occasions
whether
he
ever
thought
of
Mrs
.
Skimpole
and
the
children
,
and
in
what
point
of
view
they
presented
themselves
to
his
cosmopolitan
mind
.
So
far
as
I
could
understand
,
they
rarely
presented
themselves
at
all
.
The
week
had
gone
round
to
the
Saturday
following
that
beating
of
my
heart
in
the
church
;
and
every
day
had
been
so
bright
and
blue
that
to
ramble
in
the
woods
,
and
to
see
the
light
striking
down
among
the
transparent
leaves
and
sparkling
in
the
beautiful
interlacings
of
the
shadows
of
the
trees
,
while
the
birds
poured
out
their
songs
and
the
air
was
drowsy
with
the
hum
of
insects
,
had
been
most
delightful
.
We
had
one
favourite
spot
,
deep
in
moss
and
last
year
’
s
leaves
,
where
there
were
some
felled
trees
from
which
the
bark
was
all
stripped
off
.
Seated
among
these
,
we
looked
through
a
green
vista
supported
by
thousands
of
natural
columns
,
the
whitened
stems
of
trees
,
upon
a
distant
prospect
made
so
radiant
by
its
contrast
with
the
shade
in
which
we
sat
and
made
so
precious
by
the
arched
perspective
through
which
we
saw
it
that
it
was
like
a
glimpse
of
the
better
land
.
Upon
the
Saturday
we
sat
here
,
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
Ada
,
and
I
,
until
we
heard
thunder
muttering
in
the
distance
and
felt
the
large
raindrops
rattle
through
the
leaves
.
The
weather
had
been
all
the
week
extremely
sultry
,
but
the
storm
broke
so
suddenly
—
upon
us
,
at
least
,
in
that
sheltered
spot
—
that
before
we
reached
the
outskirts
of
the
wood
the
thunder
and
lightning
were
frequent
and
the
rain
came
plunging
through
the
leaves
as
if
every
drop
were
a
great
leaden
bead
.
As
it
was
not
a
time
for
standing
among
trees
,
we
ran
out
of
the
wood
,
and
up
and
down
the
moss
-
grown
steps
which
crossed
the
plantation
-
fence
like
two
broad
-
staved
ladders
placed
back
to
back
,
and
made
for
a
keeper
’
s
lodge
which
was
close
at
hand
.
We
had
often
noticed
the
dark
beauty
of
this
lodge
standing
in
a
deep
twilight
of
trees
,
and
how
the
ivy
clustered
over
it
,
and
how
there
was
a
steep
hollow
near
,
where
we
had
once
seen
the
keeper
’
s
dog
dive
down
into
the
fern
as
if
it
were
water
.
The
lodge
was
so
dark
within
,
now
the
sky
was
overcast
,
that
we
only
clearly
saw
the
man
who
came
to
the
door
when
we
took
shelter
there
and
put
two
chairs
for
Ada
and
me
.
The
lattice
-
windows
were
all
thrown
open
,
and
we
sat
just
within
the
doorway
watching
the
storm
.
It
was
grand
to
see
how
the
wind
awoke
,
and
bent
the
trees
,
and
drove
the
rain
before
it
like
a
cloud
of
smoke
;
and
to
hear
the
solemn
thunder
and
to
see
the
lightning
;
and
while
thinking
with
awe
of
the
tremendous
powers
by
which
our
little
lives
are
encompassed
,
to
consider
how
beneficent
they
are
and
how
upon
the
smallest
flower
and
leaf
there
was
already
a
freshness
poured
from
all
this
seeming
rage
which
seemed
to
make
creation
new
again
.
"
Is
it
not
dangerous
to
sit
in
so
exposed
a
place
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
Esther
dear
!
"
said
Ada
quietly
.
Ada
said
it
to
me
,
but
I
had
not
spoken
.
The
beating
of
my
heart
came
back
again
.
I
had
never
heard
the
voice
,
as
I
had
never
seen
the
face
,
but
it
affected
me
in
the
same
strange
way
.
Again
,
in
a
moment
,
there
arose
before
my
mind
innumerable
pictures
of
myself
.
Lady
Dedlock
had
taken
shelter
in
the
lodge
before
our
arrival
there
and
had
come
out
of
the
gloom
within
.
She
stood
behind
my
chair
with
her
hand
upon
it
.
I
saw
her
with
her
hand
close
to
my
shoulder
when
I
turned
my
head
.
"
I
have
frightened
you
?
"
she
said
.
No
.
It
was
not
fright
.
Why
should
I
be
frightened
!
"
I
believe
,
"
said
Lady
Dedlock
to
my
guardian
,
"
I
have
the
pleasure
of
speaking
to
Mr
.
Jarndyce
.
"
"
Your
remembrance
does
me
more
honour
than
I
had
supposed
it
would
,
Lady
Dedlock
,
"
he
returned
.
"
I
recognized
you
in
church
on
Sunday
.
I
am
sorry
that
any
local
disputes
of
Sir
Leicester
’
s
—
they
are
not
of
his
seeking
,
however
,
I
believe
—
should
render
it
a
matter
of
some
absurd
difficulty
to
show
you
any
attention
here
.
"
"
I
am
aware
of
the
circumstances
,
"
returned
my
guardian
with
a
smile
,
"
and
am
sufficiently
obliged
.
"
She
had
given
him
her
hand
in
an
indifferent
way
that
seemed
habitual
to
her
and
spoke
in
a
correspondingly
indifferent
manner
,
though
in
a
very
pleasant
voice
.
She
was
as
graceful
as
she
was
beautiful
,
perfectly
self
-
possessed
,
and
had
the
air
,
I
thought
,
of
being
able
to
attract
and
interest
any
one
if
she
had
thought
it
worth
her
while
.
The
keeper
had
brought
her
a
chair
on
which
she
sat
in
the
middle
of
the
porch
between
us
.
"
Is
the
young
gentleman
disposed
of
whom
you
wrote
to
Sir
Leicester
about
and
whose
wishes
Sir
Leicester
was
sorry
not
to
have
it
in
his
power
to
advance
in
any
way
?
"
she
said
over
her
shoulder
to
my
guardian
.
"
I
hope
so
,
"
said
he
.
She
seemed
to
respect
him
and
even
to
wish
to
conciliate
him
.
There
was
something
very
winning
in
her
haughty
manner
,
and
it
became
more
familiar
—
I
was
going
to
say
more
easy
,
but
that
could
hardly
be
—
as
she
spoke
to
him
over
her
shoulder
.
"
I
presume
this
is
your
other
ward
,
Miss
Clare
?
"
He
presented
Ada
,
in
form
.
"
You
will
lose
the
disinterested
part
of
your
Don
Quixote
character
,
"
said
Lady
Dedlock
to
Mr
.
Jarndyce
over
her
shoulder
again
,
"
if
you
only
redress
the
wrongs
of
beauty
like
this
.
But
present
me
,
"
and
she
turned
full
upon
me
,
"
to
this
young
lady
too
!
"
"
Miss
Summerson
really
is
my
ward
,
"
said
Mr
.
Jarndyce
.
"
I
am
responsible
to
no
Lord
Chancellor
in
her
case
.
"
"
Has
Miss
Summerson
lost
both
her
parents
?
"
said
my
Lady
.
"
Yes
.
"
"
She
is
very
fortunate
in
her
guardian
.
"
Lady
Dedlock
looked
at
me
,
and
I
looked
at
her
and
said
I
was
indeed
.
All
at
once
she
turned
from
me
with
a
hasty
air
,
almost
expressive
of
displeasure
or
dislike
,
and
spoke
to
him
over
her
shoulder
again
.
"
Ages
have
passed
since
we
were
in
the
habit
of
meeting
,
Mr
.
Jarndyce
.
"
"
A
long
time
.
At
least
I
thought
it
was
a
long
time
,
until
I
saw
you
last
Sunday
,
"
he
returned
.
"
What
!
Even
you
are
a
courtier
,
or
think
it
necessary
to
become
one
to
me
!
"
she
said
with
some
disdain
.
"
I
have
achieved
that
reputation
,
I
suppose
.
