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But
how
much
better
it
was
now
that
this
had
never
happened
!
What
should
I
have
suffered
if
I
had
had
to
write
to
him
and
tell
him
that
the
poor
face
he
had
known
as
mine
was
quite
gone
from
me
and
that
I
freely
released
him
from
his
bondage
to
one
whom
he
had
never
seen
!
Oh
,
it
was
so
much
better
as
it
was
!
With
a
great
pang
mercifully
spared
me
,
I
could
take
back
to
my
heart
my
childish
prayer
to
be
all
he
had
so
brightly
shown
himself
;
and
there
was
nothing
to
be
undone
:
no
chain
for
me
to
break
or
for
him
to
drag
;
and
I
could
go
,
please
God
,
my
lowly
way
along
the
path
of
duty
,
and
he
could
go
his
nobler
way
upon
its
broader
road
;
and
though
we
were
apart
upon
the
journey
,
I
might
aspire
to
meet
him
,
unselfishly
,
innocently
,
better
far
than
he
had
thought
me
when
I
found
some
favour
in
his
eyes
,
at
the
journey
’
s
end
.
Charley
and
I
did
not
set
off
alone
upon
our
expedition
into
Lincolnshire
.
My
guardian
had
made
up
his
mind
not
to
lose
sight
of
me
until
I
was
safe
in
Mr
.
Boythorn
’
s
house
,
so
he
accompanied
us
,
and
we
were
two
days
upon
the
road
.
I
found
every
breath
of
air
,
and
every
scent
,
and
every
flower
and
leaf
and
blade
of
grass
,
and
every
passing
cloud
,
and
everything
in
nature
,
more
beautiful
and
wonderful
to
me
than
I
had
ever
found
it
yet
.
This
was
my
first
gain
from
my
illness
.
How
little
I
had
lost
,
when
the
wide
world
was
so
full
of
delight
for
me
.
My
guardian
intending
to
go
back
immediately
,
we
appointed
,
on
our
way
down
,
a
day
when
my
dear
girl
should
come
.
I
wrote
her
a
letter
,
of
which
he
took
charge
,
and
he
left
us
within
half
an
hour
of
our
arrival
at
our
destination
,
on
a
delightful
evening
in
the
early
summer
-
time
.
If
a
good
fairy
had
built
the
house
for
me
with
a
wave
of
her
wand
,
and
I
had
been
a
princess
and
her
favoured
god
-
child
,
I
could
not
have
been
more
considered
in
it
.
So
many
preparations
were
made
for
me
and
such
an
endearing
remembrance
was
shown
of
all
my
little
tastes
and
likings
that
I
could
have
sat
down
,
overcome
,
a
dozen
times
before
I
had
revisited
half
the
rooms
.
I
did
better
than
that
,
however
,
by
showing
them
all
to
Charley
instead
.
Charley
’
s
delight
calmed
mine
;
and
after
we
had
had
a
walk
in
the
garden
,
and
Charley
had
exhausted
her
whole
vocabulary
of
admiring
expressions
,
I
was
as
tranquilly
happy
as
I
ought
to
have
been
.
It
was
a
great
comfort
to
be
able
to
say
to
myself
after
tea
,
"
Esther
,
my
dear
,
I
think
you
are
quite
sensible
enough
to
sit
down
now
and
write
a
note
of
thanks
to
your
host
.
"
He
had
left
a
note
of
welcome
for
me
,
as
sunny
as
his
own
face
,
and
had
confided
his
bird
to
my
care
,
which
I
knew
to
be
his
highest
mark
of
confidence
.
Accordingly
I
wrote
a
little
note
to
him
in
London
,
telling
him
how
all
his
favourite
plants
and
trees
were
looking
,
and
how
the
most
astonishing
of
birds
had
chirped
the
honours
of
the
house
to
me
in
the
most
hospitable
manner
,
and
how
,
after
singing
on
my
shoulder
,
to
the
inconceivable
rapture
of
my
little
maid
,
he
was
then
at
roost
in
the
usual
corner
of
his
cage
,
but
whether
dreaming
or
no
I
could
not
report
.
My
note
finished
and
sent
off
to
the
post
,
I
made
myself
very
busy
in
unpacking
and
arranging
;
and
I
sent
Charley
to
bed
in
good
time
and
told
her
I
should
want
her
no
more
that
night
.
For
I
had
not
yet
looked
in
the
glass
and
had
never
asked
to
have
my
own
restored
to
me
.
I
knew
this
to
be
a
weakness
which
must
be
overcome
,
but
I
had
always
said
to
myself
that
I
would
begin
afresh
when
I
got
to
where
I
now
was
.
Therefore
I
had
wanted
to
be
alone
,
and
therefore
I
said
,
now
alone
,
in
my
own
room
,
"
Esther
,
if
you
are
to
be
happy
,
if
you
are
to
have
any
right
to
pray
to
be
true
-
hearted
,
you
must
keep
your
word
,
my
dear
.
"
I
was
quite
resolved
to
keep
it
,
but
I
sat
down
for
a
little
while
first
to
reflect
upon
all
my
blessings
.
And
then
I
said
my
prayers
and
thought
a
little
more
.
My
hair
had
not
been
cut
off
,
though
it
had
been
in
danger
more
than
once
.
It
was
long
and
thick
.
I
let
it
down
,
and
shook
it
out
,
and
went
up
to
the
glass
upon
the
dressing
-
table
.
There
was
a
little
muslin
curtain
drawn
across
it
.
I
drew
it
back
and
stood
for
a
moment
looking
through
such
a
veil
of
my
own
hair
that
I
could
see
nothing
else
.
Then
I
put
my
hair
aside
and
looked
at
the
reflection
in
the
mirror
,
encouraged
by
seeing
how
placidly
it
looked
at
me
.
I
was
very
much
changed
—
oh
,
very
,
very
much
.
At
first
my
face
was
so
strange
to
me
that
I
think
I
should
have
put
my
hands
before
it
and
started
back
but
for
the
encouragement
I
have
mentioned
.
Very
soon
it
became
more
familiar
,
and
then
I
knew
the
extent
of
the
alteration
in
it
better
than
I
had
done
at
first
.
It
was
not
like
what
I
had
expected
,
but
I
had
expected
nothing
definite
,
and
I
dare
say
anything
definite
would
have
surprised
me
.
I
had
never
been
a
beauty
and
had
never
thought
myself
one
,
but
I
had
been
very
different
from
this
.
It
was
all
gone
now
.
Heaven
was
so
good
to
me
that
I
could
let
it
go
with
a
few
not
bitter
tears
and
could
stand
there
arranging
my
hair
for
the
night
quite
thankfully
.
One
thing
troubled
me
,
and
I
considered
it
for
a
long
time
before
I
went
to
sleep
.
I
had
kept
Mr
.
Woodcourt
’
s
flowers
.
When
they
were
withered
I
had
dried
them
and
put
them
in
a
book
that
I
was
fond
of
.
Nobody
knew
this
,
not
even
Ada
.
I
was
doubtful
whether
I
had
a
right
to
preserve
what
he
had
sent
to
one
so
different
—
whether
it
was
generous
towards
him
to
do
it
.
I
wished
to
be
generous
to
him
,
even
in
the
secret
depths
of
my
heart
,
which
he
would
never
know
,
because
I
could
have
loved
him
—
could
have
been
devoted
to
him
.
At
last
I
came
to
the
conclusion
that
I
might
keep
them
if
I
treasured
them
only
as
a
remembrance
of
what
was
irrevocably
past
and
gone
,
never
to
be
looked
back
on
any
more
,
in
any
other
light
.
I
hope
this
may
not
seem
trivial
.
I
was
very
much
in
earnest
.
I
took
care
to
be
up
early
in
the
morning
and
to
be
before
the
glass
when
Charley
came
in
on
tiptoe
.
"
Dear
,
dear
,
miss
!
"
cried
Charley
,
starting
.
"
Is
that
you
?
"
"
Yes
,
Charley
,
"
said
I
,
quietly
putting
up
my
hair
.
"
And
I
am
very
well
indeed
,
and
very
happy
.
"
I
saw
it
was
a
weight
off
Charley
’
s
mind
,
but
it
was
a
greater
weight
off
mine
.
I
knew
the
worst
now
and
was
composed
to
it
.
I
shall
not
conceal
,
as
I
go
on
,
the
weaknesses
I
could
not
quite
conquer
,
but
they
always
passed
from
me
soon
and
the
happier
frame
of
mind
stayed
by
me
faithfully
.
Wishing
to
be
fully
re
-
established
in
my
strength
and
my
good
spirits
before
Ada
came
,
I
now
laid
down
a
little
series
of
plans
with
Charley
for
being
in
the
fresh
air
all
day
long
.
We
were
to
be
out
before
breakfast
,
and
were
to
dine
early
,
and
were
to
be
out
again
before
and
after
dinner
,
and
were
to
talk
in
the
garden
after
tea
,
and
were
to
go
to
rest
betimes
,
and
were
to
climb
every
hill
and
explore
every
road
,
lane
,
and
field
in
the
neighbourhood
.
As
to
restoratives
and
strengthening
delicacies
,
Mr
.
Boythorn
’
s
good
housekeeper
was
for
ever
trotting
about
with
something
to
eat
or
drink
in
her
hand
;
I
could
not
even
be
heard
of
as
resting
in
the
park
but
she
would
come
trotting
after
me
with
a
basket
,
her
cheerful
face
shining
with
a
lecture
on
the
importance
of
frequent
nourishment
.
Then
there
was
a
pony
expressly
for
my
riding
,
a
chubby
pony
with
a
short
neck
and
a
mane
all
over
his
eyes
who
could
canter
—
when
he
would
—
so
easily
and
quietly
that
he
was
a
treasure
.
In
a
very
few
days
he
would
come
to
me
in
the
paddock
when
I
called
him
,
and
eat
out
of
my
hand
,
and
follow
me
about
.
We
arrived
at
such
a
capital
understanding
that
when
he
was
jogging
with
me
lazily
,
and
rather
obstinately
,
down
some
shady
lane
,
if
I
patted
his
neck
and
said
,
"
Stubbs
,
I
am
surprised
you
don
’
t
canter
when
you
know
how
much
I
like
it
;
and
I
think
you
might
oblige
me
,
for
you
are
only
getting
stupid
and
going
to
sleep
,
"
he
would
give
his
head
a
comical
shake
or
two
and
set
off
directly
,
while
Charley
would
stand
still
and
laugh
with
such
enjoyment
that
her
laughter
was
like
music
.
I
don
’
t
know
who
had
given
Stubbs
his
name
,
but
it
seemed
to
belong
to
him
as
naturally
as
his
rough
coat
.
Once
we
put
him
in
a
little
chaise
and
drove
him
triumphantly
through
the
green
lanes
for
five
miles
;
but
all
at
once
,
as
we
were
extolling
him
to
the
skies
,
he
seemed
to
take
it
ill
that
he
should
have
been
accompanied
so
far
by
the
circle
of
tantalizing
little
gnats
that
had
been
hovering
round
and
round
his
ears
the
whole
way
without
appearing
to
advance
an
inch
,
and
stopped
to
think
about
it
.
I
suppose
he
came
to
the
decision
that
it
was
not
to
be
borne
,
for
he
steadily
refused
to
move
until
I
gave
the
reins
to
Charley
and
got
out
and
walked
,
when
he
followed
me
with
a
sturdy
sort
of
good
humour
,
putting
his
head
under
my
arm
and
rubbing
his
ear
against
my
sleeve
.
It
was
in
vain
for
me
to
say
,
"
Now
,
Stubbs
,
I
feel
quite
sure
from
what
I
know
of
you
that
you
will
go
on
if
I
ride
a
little
while
,
"
for
the
moment
I
left
him
,
he
stood
stock
still
again
.
Consequently
I
was
obliged
to
lead
the
way
,
as
before
;
and
in
this
order
we
returned
home
,
to
the
great
delight
of
the
village
.
Charley
and
I
had
reason
to
call
it
the
most
friendly
of
villages
,
I
am
sure
,
for
in
a
week
’
s
time
the
people
were
so
glad
to
see
us
go
by
,
though
ever
so
frequently
in
the
course
of
a
day
,
that
there
were
faces
of
greeting
in
every
cottage
.
I
had
known
many
of
the
grown
people
before
and
almost
all
the
children
,
but
now
the
very
steeple
began
to
wear
a
familiar
and
affectionate
look
.
Among
my
new
friends
was
an
old
old
woman
who
lived
in
such
a
little
thatched
and
whitewashed
dwelling
that
when
the
outside
shutter
was
turned
up
on
its
hinges
,
it
shut
up
the
whole
house
-
front
.
This
old
lady
had
a
grandson
who
was
a
sailor
,
and
I
wrote
a
letter
to
him
for
her
and
drew
at
the
top
of
it
the
chimney
-
corner
in
which
she
had
brought
him
up
and
where
his
old
stool
yet
occupied
its
old
place
.
This
was
considered
by
the
whole
village
the
most
wonderful
achievement
in
the
world
,
but
when
an
answer
came
back
all
the
way
from
Plymouth
,
in
which
he
mentioned
that
he
was
going
to
take
the
picture
all
the
way
to
America
,
and
from
America
would
write
again
,
I
got
all
the
credit
that
ought
to
have
been
given
to
the
post
-
office
and
was
invested
with
the
merit
of
the
whole
system
.
Thus
,
what
with
being
so
much
in
the
air
,
playing
with
so
many
children
,
gossiping
with
so
many
people
,
sitting
on
invitation
in
so
many
cottages
,
going
on
with
Charley
’
s
education
,
and
writing
long
letters
to
Ada
every
day
,
I
had
scarcely
any
time
to
think
about
that
little
loss
of
mine
and
was
almost
always
cheerful
.
If
I
did
think
of
it
at
odd
moments
now
and
then
,
I
had
only
to
be
busy
and
forget
it
.
I
felt
it
more
than
I
had
hoped
I
should
once
when
a
child
said
,
"
Mother
,
why
is
the
lady
not
a
pretty
lady
now
like
she
used
to
be
?
"
But
when
I
found
the
child
was
not
less
fond
of
me
,
and
drew
its
soft
hand
over
my
face
with
a
kind
of
pitying
protection
in
its
touch
,
that
soon
set
me
up
again
.
There
were
many
little
occurrences
which
suggested
to
me
,
with
great
consolation
,
how
natural
it
is
to
gentle
hearts
to
be
considerate
and
delicate
towards
any
inferiority
.
One
of
these
particularly
touched
me
.
I
happened
to
stroll
into
the
little
church
when
a
marriage
was
just
concluded
,
and
the
young
couple
had
to
sign
the
register
.
The
bridegroom
,
to
whom
the
pen
was
handed
first
,
made
a
rude
cross
for
his
mark
;
the
bride
,
who
came
next
,
did
the
same
.
Now
,
I
had
known
the
bride
when
I
was
last
there
,
not
only
as
the
prettiest
girl
in
the
place
,
but
as
having
quite
distinguished
herself
in
the
school
,
and
I
could
not
help
looking
at
her
with
some
surprise
.
She
came
aside
and
whispered
to
me
,
while
tears
of
honest
love
and
admiration
stood
in
her
bright
eyes
,
"
He
’
s
a
dear
good
fellow
,
miss
;
but
he
can
’
t
write
yet
—
he
’
s
going
to
learn
of
me
—
and
I
wouldn
’
t
shame
him
for
the
world
!
"
Why
,
what
had
I
to
fear
,
I
thought
,
when
there
was
this
nobility
in
the
soul
of
a
labouring
man
’
s
daughter
!
The
air
blew
as
freshly
and
revivingly
upon
me
as
it
had
ever
blown
,
and
the
healthy
colour
came
into
my
new
face
as
it
had
come
into
my
old
one
.
Charley
was
wonderful
to
see
,
she
was
so
radiant
and
so
rosy
;
and
we
both
enjoyed
the
whole
day
and
slept
soundly
the
whole
night
.
There
was
a
favourite
spot
of
mine
in
the
park
-
woods
of
Chesney
Wold
where
a
seat
had
been
erected
commanding
a
lovely
view
.
The
wood
had
been
cleared
and
opened
to
improve
this
point
of
sight
,
and
the
bright
sunny
landscape
beyond
was
so
beautiful
that
I
rested
there
at
least
once
every
day
.
A
picturesque
part
of
the
Hall
,
called
the
Ghost
’
s
Walk
,
was
seen
to
advantage
from
this
higher
ground
;
and
the
startling
name
,
and
the
old
legend
in
the
Dedlock
family
which
I
had
heard
from
Mr
.
Boythorn
accounting
for
it
,
mingled
with
the
view
and
gave
it
something
of
a
mysterious
interest
in
addition
to
its
real
charms
.
There
was
a
bank
here
,
too
,
which
was
a
famous
one
for
violets
;
and
as
it
was
a
daily
delight
of
Charley
’
s
to
gather
wild
flowers
,
she
took
as
much
to
the
spot
as
I
did
.
It
would
be
idle
to
inquire
now
why
I
never
went
close
to
the
house
or
never
went
inside
it
.
The
family
were
not
there
,
I
had
heard
on
my
arrival
,
and
were
not
expected
.
I
was
far
from
being
incurious
or
uninterested
about
the
building
;
on
the
contrary
,
I
often
sat
in
this
place
wondering
how
the
rooms
ranged
and
whether
any
echo
like
a
footstep
really
did
resound
at
times
,
as
the
story
said
,
upon
the
lonely
Ghost
’
s
Walk
.
The
indefinable
feeling
with
which
Lady
Dedlock
had
impressed
me
may
have
had
some
influence
in
keeping
me
from
the
house
even
when
she
was
absent
.
I
am
not
sure
.
Her
face
and
figure
were
associated
with
it
,
naturally
;
but
I
cannot
say
that
they
repelled
me
from
it
,
though
something
did
.
For
whatever
reason
or
no
reason
,
I
had
never
once
gone
near
it
,
down
to
the
day
at
which
my
story
now
arrives
.
I
was
resting
at
my
favourite
point
after
a
long
ramble
,
and
Charley
was
gathering
violets
at
a
little
distance
from
me
.
I
had
been
looking
at
the
Ghost
’
s
Walk
lying
in
a
deep
shade
of
masonry
afar
off
and
picturing
to
myself
the
female
shape
that
was
said
to
haunt
it
when
I
became
aware
of
a
figure
approaching
through
the
wood
.
The
perspective
was
so
long
and
so
darkened
by
leaves
,
and
the
shadows
of
the
branches
on
the
ground
made
it
so
much
more
intricate
to
the
eye
,
that
at
first
I
could
not
discern
what
figure
it
was
.
By
little
and
little
it
revealed
itself
to
be
a
woman
’
s
—
a
lady
’
s
—
Lady
Dedlock
’
s
.
She
was
alone
and
coming
to
where
I
sat
with
a
much
quicker
step
,
I
observed
to
my
surprise
,
than
was
usual
with
her
.
I
was
fluttered
by
her
being
unexpectedly
so
near
(
she
was
almost
within
speaking
distance
before
I
knew
her
)
and
would
have
risen
to
continue
my
walk
.
But
I
could
not
.
I
was
rendered
motionless
.
