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After
that
she
came
beneath
the
window
even
oftener
than
she
had
come
to
the
door
,
and
if
I
had
learnt
to
love
her
dear
sweet
voice
before
when
we
were
hardly
ever
apart
,
how
did
I
learn
to
love
it
then
,
when
I
stood
behind
the
window
-
curtain
listening
and
replying
,
but
not
so
much
as
looking
out
!
How
did
I
learn
to
love
it
afterwards
,
when
the
harder
time
came
!
They
put
a
bed
for
me
in
our
sitting
-
room
;
and
by
keeping
the
door
wide
open
,
I
turned
the
two
rooms
into
one
,
now
that
Ada
had
vacated
that
part
of
the
house
,
and
kept
them
always
fresh
and
airy
.
There
was
not
a
servant
in
or
about
the
house
but
was
so
good
that
they
would
all
most
gladly
have
come
to
me
at
any
hour
of
the
day
or
night
without
the
least
fear
or
unwillingness
,
but
I
thought
it
best
to
choose
one
worthy
woman
who
was
never
to
see
Ada
and
whom
I
could
trust
to
come
and
go
with
all
precaution
.
Through
her
means
I
got
out
to
take
the
air
with
my
guardian
when
there
was
no
fear
of
meeting
Ada
,
and
wanted
for
nothing
in
the
way
of
attendance
,
any
more
than
in
any
other
respect
.
And
thus
poor
Charley
sickened
and
grew
worse
,
and
fell
into
heavy
danger
of
death
,
and
lay
severely
ill
for
many
a
long
round
of
day
and
night
.
So
patient
she
was
,
so
uncomplaining
,
and
inspired
by
such
a
gentle
fortitude
that
very
often
as
I
sat
by
Charley
holding
her
head
in
my
arms
—
repose
would
come
to
her
,
so
,
when
it
would
come
to
her
in
no
other
attitude
—
I
silently
prayed
to
our
Father
in
heaven
that
I
might
not
forget
the
lesson
which
this
little
sister
taught
me
.
I
was
very
sorrowful
to
think
that
Charley
’
s
pretty
looks
would
change
and
be
disfigured
,
even
if
she
recovered
—
she
was
such
a
child
with
her
dimpled
face
—
but
that
thought
was
,
for
the
greater
part
,
lost
in
her
greater
peril
.
When
she
was
at
the
worst
,
and
her
mind
rambled
again
to
the
cares
of
her
father
’
s
sick
bed
and
the
little
children
,
she
still
knew
me
so
far
as
that
she
would
be
quiet
in
my
arms
when
she
could
lie
quiet
nowhere
else
,
and
murmur
out
the
wanderings
of
her
mind
less
restlessly
.
At
those
times
I
used
to
think
,
how
should
I
ever
tell
the
two
remaining
babies
that
the
baby
who
had
learned
of
her
faithful
heart
to
be
a
mother
to
them
in
their
need
was
dead
!
There
were
other
times
when
Charley
knew
me
well
and
talked
to
me
,
telling
me
that
she
sent
her
love
to
Tom
and
Emma
and
that
she
was
sure
Tom
would
grow
up
to
be
a
good
man
.
At
those
times
Charley
would
speak
to
me
of
what
she
had
read
to
her
father
as
well
as
she
could
to
comfort
him
,
of
that
young
man
carried
out
to
be
buried
who
was
the
only
son
of
his
mother
and
she
was
a
widow
,
of
the
ruler
’
s
daughter
raised
up
by
the
gracious
hand
upon
her
bed
of
death
.
And
Charley
told
me
that
when
her
father
died
she
had
kneeled
down
and
prayed
in
her
first
sorrow
that
he
likewise
might
be
raised
up
and
given
back
to
his
poor
children
,
and
that
if
she
should
never
get
better
and
should
die
too
,
she
thought
it
likely
that
it
might
come
into
Tom
’
s
mind
to
offer
the
same
prayer
for
her
.
Then
would
I
show
Tom
how
these
people
of
old
days
had
been
brought
back
to
life
on
earth
,
only
that
we
might
know
our
hope
to
be
restored
to
heaven
!
But
of
all
the
various
times
there
were
in
Charley
’
s
illness
,
there
was
not
one
when
she
lost
the
gentle
qualities
I
have
spoken
of
.
And
there
were
many
,
many
when
I
thought
in
the
night
of
the
last
high
belief
in
the
watching
angel
,
and
the
last
higher
trust
in
God
,
on
the
part
of
her
poor
despised
father
.
And
Charley
did
not
die
.
She
flutteringly
and
slowly
turned
the
dangerous
point
,
after
long
lingering
there
,
and
then
began
to
mend
.
The
hope
that
never
had
been
given
,
from
the
first
,
of
Charley
being
in
outward
appearance
Charley
any
more
soon
began
to
be
encouraged
;
and
even
that
prospered
,
and
I
saw
her
growing
into
her
old
childish
likeness
again
.
It
was
a
great
morning
when
I
could
tell
Ada
all
this
as
she
stood
out
in
the
garden
;
and
it
was
a
great
evening
when
Charley
and
I
at
last
took
tea
together
in
the
next
room
.
But
on
that
same
evening
,
I
felt
that
I
was
stricken
cold
.
Happily
for
both
of
us
,
it
was
not
until
Charley
was
safe
in
bed
again
and
placidly
asleep
that
I
began
to
think
the
contagion
of
her
illness
was
upon
me
.
I
had
been
able
easily
to
hide
what
I
felt
at
tea
-
time
,
but
I
was
past
that
already
now
,
and
I
knew
that
I
was
rapidly
following
in
Charley
’
s
steps
.
I
was
well
enough
,
however
,
to
be
up
early
in
the
morning
,
and
to
return
my
darling
’
s
cheerful
blessing
from
the
garden
,
and
to
talk
with
her
as
long
as
usual
.
But
I
was
not
free
from
an
impression
that
I
had
been
walking
about
the
two
rooms
in
the
night
,
a
little
beside
myself
,
though
knowing
where
I
was
;
and
I
felt
confused
at
times
—
with
a
curious
sense
of
fullness
,
as
if
I
were
becoming
too
large
altogether
.
In
the
evening
I
was
so
much
worse
that
I
resolved
to
prepare
Charley
,
with
which
view
I
said
,
"
You
’
re
getting
quite
strong
,
Charley
,
are
you
not
?
’
"
Oh
,
quite
!
"
said
Charley
.
"
Strong
enough
to
be
told
a
secret
,
I
think
,
Charley
?
"
"
Quite
strong
enough
for
that
,
miss
!
"
cried
Charley
.
But
Charley
’
s
face
fell
in
the
height
of
her
delight
,
for
she
saw
the
secret
in
MY
face
;
and
she
came
out
of
the
great
chair
,
and
fell
upon
my
bosom
,
and
said
"
Oh
,
miss
,
it
’
s
my
doing
!
It
’
s
my
doing
!
"
and
a
great
deal
more
out
of
the
fullness
of
her
grateful
heart
.
"
Now
,
Charley
,
"
said
I
after
letting
her
go
on
for
a
little
while
,
"
if
I
am
to
be
ill
,
my
great
trust
,
humanly
speaking
,
is
in
you
.
And
unless
you
are
as
quiet
and
composed
for
me
as
you
always
were
for
yourself
,
you
can
never
fulfil
it
,
Charley
.
"
"
If
you
’
ll
let
me
cry
a
little
longer
,
miss
,
"
said
Charley
.
"
Oh
,
my
dear
,
my
dear
!
If
you
’
ll
only
let
me
cry
a
little
longer
.
Oh
,
my
dear
!
"
—
how
affectionately
and
devotedly
she
poured
this
out
as
she
clung
to
my
neck
,
I
never
can
remember
without
tears
—
"
I
’
ll
be
good
.
"
So
I
let
Charley
cry
a
little
longer
,
and
it
did
us
both
good
.
"
Trust
in
me
now
,
if
you
please
,
miss
,
"
said
Charley
quietly
.
"
I
am
listening
to
everything
you
say
.
"
"
It
’
s
very
little
at
present
,
Charley
.
I
shall
tell
your
doctor
to
-
night
that
I
don
’
t
think
I
am
well
and
that
you
are
going
to
nurse
me
.
"
For
that
the
poor
child
thanked
me
with
her
whole
heart
.
"
And
in
the
morning
,
when
you
hear
Miss
Ada
in
the
garden
,
if
I
should
not
be
quite
able
to
go
to
the
window
-
curtain
as
usual
,
do
you
go
,
Charley
,
and
say
I
am
asleep
—
that
I
have
rather
tired
myself
,
and
am
asleep
.
At
all
times
keep
the
room
as
I
have
kept
it
,
Charley
,
and
let
no
one
come
.
"
Charley
promised
,
and
I
lay
down
,
for
I
was
very
heavy
.
I
saw
the
doctor
that
night
and
asked
the
favour
of
him
that
I
wished
to
ask
relative
to
his
saying
nothing
of
my
illness
in
the
house
as
yet
.
I
have
a
very
indistinct
remembrance
of
that
night
melting
into
day
,
and
of
day
melting
into
night
again
;
but
I
was
just
able
on
the
first
morning
to
get
to
the
window
and
speak
to
my
darling
.
On
the
second
morning
I
heard
her
dear
voice
—
Oh
,
how
dear
now
!
—
outside
;
and
I
asked
Charley
,
with
some
difficulty
(
speech
being
painful
to
me
)
,
to
go
and
say
I
was
asleep
.
I
heard
her
answer
softly
,
"
Don
’
t
disturb
her
,
Charley
,
for
the
world
!
"
"
How
does
my
own
Pride
look
,
Charley
?
"
I
inquired
.
"
Disappointed
,
miss
,
"
said
Charley
,
peeping
through
the
curtain
.
"
But
I
know
she
is
very
beautiful
this
morning
.
"
"
She
is
indeed
,
miss
,
"
answered
Charley
,
peeping
.
"
Still
looking
up
at
the
window
.
"
With
her
blue
clear
eyes
,
God
bless
them
,
always
loveliest
when
raised
like
that
!
I
called
Charley
to
me
and
gave
her
her
last
charge
.
"
Now
,
Charley
,
when
she
knows
I
am
ill
,
she
will
try
to
make
her
way
into
the
room
.
Keep
her
out
,
Charley
,
if
you
love
me
truly
,
to
the
last
!
Charley
,
if
you
let
her
in
but
once
,
only
to
look
upon
me
for
one
moment
as
I
lie
here
,
I
shall
die
"
"
I
never
will
!
I
never
will
!
"
she
promised
me
.
"
I
believe
it
,
my
dear
Charley
.
And
now
come
and
sit
beside
me
for
a
little
while
,
and
touch
me
with
your
hand
.
For
I
cannot
see
you
,
Charley
;
I
am
blind
.
"
It
is
night
in
Lincoln
’
s
Inn
—
perplexed
and
troublous
valley
of
the
shadow
of
the
law
,
where
suitors
generally
find
but
little
day
—
and
fat
candles
are
snuffed
out
in
offices
,
and
clerks
have
rattled
down
the
crazy
wooden
stairs
and
dispersed
.
The
bell
that
rings
at
nine
o
’
clock
has
ceased
its
doleful
clangour
about
nothing
;
the
gates
are
shut
;
and
the
night
-
porter
,
a
solemn
warder
with
a
mighty
power
of
sleep
,
keeps
guard
in
his
lodge
.
From
tiers
of
staircase
windows
clogged
lamps
like
the
eyes
of
Equity
,
bleared
Argus
with
a
fathomless
pocket
for
every
eye
and
an
eye
upon
it
,
dimly
blink
at
the
stars
.
In
dirty
upper
casements
,
here
and
there
,
hazy
little
patches
of
candlelight
reveal
where
some
wise
draughtsman
and
conveyancer
yet
toils
for
the
entanglement
of
real
estate
in
meshes
of
sheep
-
skin
,
in
the
average
ratio
of
about
a
dozen
of
sheep
to
an
acre
of
land
.
Over
which
bee
-
like
industry
these
benefactors
of
their
species
linger
yet
,
though
office
-
hours
be
past
,
that
they
may
give
,
for
every
day
,
some
good
account
at
last
.
In
the
neighbouring
court
,
where
the
Lord
Chancellor
of
the
rag
and
bottle
shop
dwells
,
there
is
a
general
tendency
towards
beer
and
supper
.
Mrs
.
Piper
and
Mrs
.
Perkins
,
whose
respective
sons
,
engaged
with
a
circle
of
acquaintance
in
the
game
of
hide
and
seek
,
have
been
lying
in
ambush
about
the
by
-
ways
of
Chancery
Lane
for
some
hours
and
scouring
the
plain
of
the
same
thoroughfare
to
the
confusion
of
passengers
—
Mrs
.
Piper
and
Mrs
.
Perkins
have
but
now
exchanged
congratulations
on
the
children
being
abed
,
and
they
still
linger
on
a
door
-
step
over
a
few
parting
words
.
Mr
.
Krook
and
his
lodger
,
and
the
fact
of
Mr
.
Krook
’
s
being
"
continually
in
liquor
,
"
and
the
testamentary
prospects
of
the
young
man
are
,
as
usual
,
the
staple
of
their
conversation
.
But
they
have
something
to
say
,
likewise
,
of
the
Harmonic
Meeting
at
the
Sol
’
s
Arms
,
where
the
sound
of
the
piano
through
the
partly
opened
windows
jingles
out
into
the
court
,
and
where
Little
Swills
,
after
keeping
the
lovers
of
harmony
in
a
roar
like
a
very
Yorick
,
may
now
be
heard
taking
the
gruff
line
in
a
concerted
piece
and
sentimentally
adjuring
his
friends
and
patrons
to
"
Listen
,
listen
,
listen
,
tew
the
wa
-
ter
fall
!
"
Mrs
.
Perkins
and
Mrs
.
Piper
compare
opinions
on
the
subject
of
the
young
lady
of
professional
celebrity
who
assists
at
the
Harmonic
Meetings
and
who
has
a
space
to
herself
in
the
manuscript
announcement
in
the
window
,
Mrs
.
Perkins
possessing
information
that
she
has
been
married
a
year
and
a
half
,
though
announced
as
Miss
M
.
Melvilleson
,
the
noted
siren
,
and
that
her
baby
is
clandestinely
conveyed
to
the
Sol
’
s
Arms
every
night
to
receive
its
natural
nourishment
during
the
entertainments
.
"
Sooner
than
which
,
myself
,
"
says
Mrs
.
Perkins
,
"
I
would
get
my
living
by
selling
lucifers
.
"
Mrs
.
Piper
,
as
in
duty
bound
,
is
of
the
same
opinion
,
holding
that
a
private
station
is
better
than
public
applause
,
and
thanking
heaven
for
her
own
(
and
,
by
implication
,
Mrs
.
Perkins
’
)
respectability
.
By
this
time
the
pot
-
boy
of
the
Sol
’
s
Arms
appearing
with
her
supper
-
pint
well
frothed
,
Mrs
.
Piper
accepts
that
tankard
and
retires
indoors
,
first
giving
a
fair
good
night
to
Mrs
.
Perkins
,
who
has
had
her
own
pint
in
her
hand
ever
since
it
was
fetched
from
the
same
hostelry
by
young
Perkins
before
he
was
sent
to
bed
.
Now
there
is
a
sound
of
putting
up
shop
-
shutters
in
the
court
and
a
smell
as
of
the
smoking
of
pipes
;
and
shooting
stars
are
seen
in
upper
windows
,
further
indicating
retirement
to
rest
.
Now
,
too
,
the
policeman
begins
to
push
at
doors
;
to
try
fastenings
;
to
be
suspicious
of
bundles
;
and
to
administer
his
beat
,
on
the
hypothesis
that
every
one
is
either
robbing
or
being
robbed
.
It
is
a
close
night
,
though
the
damp
cold
is
searching
too
,
and
there
is
a
laggard
mist
a
little
way
up
in
the
air
.
It
is
a
fine
steaming
night
to
turn
the
slaughter
-
houses
,
the
unwholesome
trades
,
the
sewerage
,
bad
water
,
and
burial
-
grounds
to
account
,
and
give
the
registrar
of
deaths
some
extra
business
.
It
may
be
something
in
the
air
—
there
is
plenty
in
it
—
or
it
may
be
something
in
himself
that
is
in
fault
;
but
Mr
.
Weevle
,
otherwise
Jobling
,
is
very
ill
at
ease
.
He
comes
and
goes
between
his
own
room
and
the
open
street
door
twenty
times
an
hour
.
He
has
been
doing
so
ever
since
it
fell
dark
.
Since
the
Chancellor
shut
up
his
shop
,
which
he
did
very
early
to
-
night
,
Mr
.
Weevle
has
been
down
and
up
,
and
down
and
up
(
with
a
cheap
tight
velvet
skull
-
cap
on
his
head
,
making
his
whiskers
look
out
of
all
proportion
)
,
oftener
than
before
.
It
is
no
phenomenon
that
Mr
.
Snagsby
should
be
ill
at
ease
too
,
for
he
always
is
so
,
more
or
less
,
under
the
oppressive
influence
of
the
secret
that
is
upon
him
.
Impelled
by
the
mystery
of
which
he
is
a
partaker
and
yet
in
which
he
is
not
a
sharer
,
Mr
.
Snagsby
haunts
what
seems
to
be
its
fountain
-
head
—
the
rag
and
bottle
shop
in
the
court
.
It
has
an
irresistible
attraction
for
him
.
Even
now
,
coming
round
by
the
Sol
’
s
Arms
with
the
intention
of
passing
down
the
court
,
and
out
at
the
Chancery
Lane
end
,
and
so
terminating
his
unpremeditated
after
-
supper
stroll
of
ten
minutes
’
long
from
his
own
door
and
back
again
,
Mr
.
Snagsby
approaches
.
"
What
,
Mr
.
Weevle
?
"
says
the
stationer
,
stopping
to
speak
.
"
Are
YOU
there
?
"
"
Aye
!
"
says
Weevle
,
"
Here
I
am
,
Mr
.
Snagsby
.
"
"
Airing
yourself
,
as
I
am
doing
,
before
you
go
to
bed
?
"
the
stationer
inquires
.
"
Why
,
there
’
s
not
much
air
to
be
got
here
;
and
what
there
is
,
is
not
very
freshening
,
"
Weevle
answers
,
glancing
up
and
down
the
court
.
"
Very
true
,
sir
.
Don
’
t
you
observe
,
"
says
Mr
.
Snagsby
,
pausing
to
sniff
and
taste
the
air
a
little
,
"
don
’
t
you
observe
,
Mr
.
Weevle
,
that
you
’
re
—
not
to
put
too
fine
a
point
upon
it
—
that
you
’
re
rather
greasy
here
,
sir
?
"
"
Why
,
I
have
noticed
myself
that
there
is
a
queer
kind
of
flavour
in
the
place
to
-
night
,
"
Mr
.
Weevle
rejoins
.
"
I
suppose
it
’
s
chops
at
the
Sol
’
s
Arms
.
"
"
Chops
,
do
you
think
?
Oh
!
Chops
,
eh
?
"
Mr
.
Snagsby
sniffs
and
tastes
again
.
"
Well
,
sir
,
I
suppose
it
is
.
But
I
should
say
their
cook
at
the
Sol
wanted
a
little
looking
after
.
She
has
been
burning
’
em
,
sir
!
And
I
don
’
t
think
"
—
Mr
.
Snagsby
sniffs
and
tastes
again
and
then
spits
and
wipes
his
mouth
—
"
I
don
’
t
think
—
not
to
put
too
fine
a
point
upon
it
—
that
they
were
quite
fresh
when
they
were
shown
the
gridiron
.
"
"
That
’
s
very
likely
.
It
’
s
a
tainting
sort
of
weather
.
"
"
It
IS
a
tainting
sort
of
weather
,
"
says
Mr
.
