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My
lot
has
been
so
blest
that
I
can
relate
little
of
myself
which
is
not
a
story
of
goodness
and
generosity
in
others
.
I
may
well
pass
that
little
and
go
on
.
When
we
were
settled
at
home
again
,
Ada
and
I
had
many
conversations
with
my
guardian
of
which
Richard
was
the
theme
.
My
dear
girl
was
deeply
grieved
that
he
should
do
their
kind
cousin
so
much
wrong
,
but
she
was
so
faithful
to
Richard
that
she
could
not
bear
to
blame
him
even
for
that
.
My
guardian
was
assured
of
it
,
and
never
coupled
his
name
with
a
word
of
reproof
.
"
Rick
is
mistaken
,
my
dear
,
"
he
would
say
to
her
.
"
Well
,
well
!
We
have
all
been
mistaken
over
and
over
again
.
We
must
trust
to
you
and
time
to
set
him
right
.
"
We
knew
afterwards
what
we
suspected
then
,
that
he
did
not
trust
to
time
until
he
had
often
tried
to
open
Richard
’
s
eyes
.
That
he
had
written
to
him
,
gone
to
him
,
talked
with
him
,
tried
every
gentle
and
persuasive
art
his
kindness
could
devise
.
Our
poor
devoted
Richard
was
deaf
and
blind
to
all
.
If
he
were
wrong
,
he
would
make
amends
when
the
Chancery
suit
was
over
.
If
he
were
groping
in
the
dark
,
he
could
not
do
better
than
do
his
utmost
to
clear
away
those
clouds
in
which
so
much
was
confused
and
obscured
.
Suspicion
and
misunderstanding
were
the
fault
of
the
suit
?
Then
let
him
work
the
suit
out
and
come
through
it
to
his
right
mind
.
This
was
his
unvarying
reply
.
Jarndyce
and
Jarndyce
had
obtained
such
possession
of
his
whole
nature
that
it
was
impossible
to
place
any
consideration
before
him
which
he
did
not
,
with
a
distorted
kind
of
reason
,
make
a
new
argument
in
favour
of
his
doing
what
he
did
.
"
So
that
it
is
even
more
mischievous
,
"
said
my
guardian
once
to
me
,
"
to
remonstrate
with
the
poor
dear
fellow
than
to
leave
him
alone
.
"
I
took
one
of
these
opportunities
of
mentioning
my
doubts
of
Mr
.
Skimpole
as
a
good
adviser
for
Richard
.
"
Adviser
!
"
returned
my
guardian
,
laughing
,
"
My
dear
,
who
would
advise
with
Skimpole
?
"
"
Encourager
would
perhaps
have
been
a
better
word
,
"
said
I
.
"
Encourager
!
"
returned
my
guardian
again
.
"
Who
could
be
encouraged
by
Skimpole
?
"
"
Not
Richard
?
"
I
asked
.
"
No
,
"
he
replied
.
"
Such
an
unworldly
,
uncalculating
,
gossamer
creature
is
a
relief
to
him
and
an
amusement
.
But
as
to
advising
or
encouraging
or
occupying
a
serious
station
towards
anybody
or
anything
,
it
is
simply
not
to
be
thought
of
in
such
a
child
as
Skimpole
.
"
"
Pray
,
cousin
John
,
"
said
Ada
,
who
had
just
joined
us
and
now
looked
over
my
shoulder
,
"
what
made
him
such
a
child
?
"
"
What
made
him
such
a
child
?
"
inquired
my
guardian
,
rubbing
his
head
,
a
little
at
a
loss
.
"
Yes
,
cousin
John
.
"
"
Why
,
"
he
slowly
replied
,
roughening
his
head
more
and
more
,
"
he
is
all
sentiment
,
and
—
and
susceptibility
,
and
—
and
sensibility
,
and
—
and
imagination
.
And
these
qualities
are
not
regulated
in
him
,
somehow
.
I
suppose
the
people
who
admired
him
for
them
in
his
youth
attached
too
much
importance
to
them
and
too
little
to
any
training
that
would
have
balanced
and
adjusted
them
,
and
so
he
became
what
he
is
.
Hey
?
"
said
my
guardian
,
stopping
short
and
looking
at
us
hopefully
.
"
What
do
you
think
,
you
two
?
"
Ada
,
glancing
at
me
,
said
she
thought
it
was
a
pity
he
should
be
an
expense
to
Richard
.
"
So
it
is
,
so
it
is
,
"
returned
my
guardian
hurriedly
.
"
That
must
not
be
.
We
must
arrange
that
.
I
must
prevent
it
.
That
will
never
do
.
"
And
I
said
I
thought
it
was
to
be
regretted
that
he
had
ever
introduced
Richard
to
Mr
.
Vholes
for
a
present
of
five
pounds
.
"
Did
he
?
"
said
my
guardian
with
a
passing
shade
of
vexation
on
his
face
.
"
But
there
you
have
the
man
.
There
you
have
the
man
!
There
is
nothing
mercenary
in
that
with
him
.
He
has
no
idea
of
the
value
of
money
.
He
introduces
Rick
,
and
then
he
is
good
friends
with
Mr
.
Vholes
and
borrows
five
pounds
of
him
.
He
means
nothing
by
it
and
thinks
nothing
of
it
.
He
told
you
himself
,
I
’
ll
be
bound
,
my
dear
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
!
"
said
I
.
"
Exactly
!
"
cried
my
guardian
,
quite
triumphant
.
"
There
you
have
the
man
!
If
he
had
meant
any
harm
by
it
or
was
conscious
of
any
harm
in
it
,
he
wouldn
’
t
tell
it
.
He
tells
it
as
he
does
it
in
mere
simplicity
.
But
you
shall
see
him
in
his
own
home
,
and
then
you
’
ll
understand
him
better
.
We
must
pay
a
visit
to
Harold
Skimpole
and
caution
him
on
these
points
.
Lord
bless
you
,
my
dears
,
an
infant
,
an
infant
!
"
In
pursuance
of
this
plan
,
we
went
into
London
on
an
early
day
and
presented
ourselves
at
Mr
.
Skimpole
’
s
door
.
He
lived
in
a
place
called
the
Polygon
,
in
Somers
Town
,
where
there
were
at
that
time
a
number
of
poor
Spanish
refugees
walking
about
in
cloaks
,
smoking
little
paper
cigars
.
Whether
he
was
a
better
tenant
than
one
might
have
supposed
,
in
consequence
of
his
friend
Somebody
always
paying
his
rent
at
last
,
or
whether
his
inaptitude
for
business
rendered
it
particularly
difficult
to
turn
him
out
,
I
don
’
t
know
;
but
he
had
occupied
the
same
house
some
years
.
It
was
in
a
state
of
dilapidation
quite
equal
to
our
expectation
.
Two
or
three
of
the
area
railings
were
gone
,
the
water
-
butt
was
broken
,
the
knocker
was
loose
,
the
bell
-
handle
had
been
pulled
off
a
long
time
to
judge
from
the
rusty
state
of
the
wire
,
and
dirty
footprints
on
the
steps
were
the
only
signs
of
its
being
inhabited
.
A
slatternly
full
-
blown
girl
who
seemed
to
be
bursting
out
at
the
rents
in
her
gown
and
the
cracks
in
her
shoes
like
an
over
-
ripe
berry
answered
our
knock
by
opening
the
door
a
very
little
way
and
stopping
up
the
gap
with
her
figure
.
As
she
knew
Mr
.
Jarndyce
(
indeed
Ada
and
I
both
thought
that
she
evidently
associated
him
with
the
receipt
of
her
wages
)
,
she
immediately
relented
and
allowed
us
to
pass
in
.
The
lock
of
the
door
being
in
a
disabled
condition
,
she
then
applied
herself
to
securing
it
with
the
chain
,
which
was
not
in
good
action
either
,
and
said
would
we
go
upstairs
?
We
went
upstairs
to
the
first
floor
,
still
seeing
no
other
furniture
than
the
dirty
footprints
.
Mr
.
Jarndyce
without
further
ceremony
entered
a
room
there
,
and
we
followed
.
It
was
dingy
enough
and
not
at
all
clean
,
but
furnished
with
an
odd
kind
of
shabby
luxury
,
with
a
large
footstool
,
a
sofa
,
and
plenty
of
cushions
,
an
easy
-
chair
,
and
plenty
of
pillows
,
a
piano
,
books
,
drawing
materials
,
music
,
newspapers
,
and
a
few
sketches
and
pictures
.
A
broken
pane
of
glass
in
one
of
the
dirty
windows
was
papered
and
wafered
over
,
but
there
was
a
little
plate
of
hothouse
nectarines
on
the
table
,
and
there
was
another
of
grapes
,
and
another
of
sponge
-
cakes
,
and
there
was
a
bottle
of
light
wine
.
Mr
.
Skimpole
himself
reclined
upon
the
sofa
in
a
dressing
-
gown
,
drinking
some
fragrant
coffee
from
an
old
china
cup
—
it
was
then
about
mid
-
day
—
and
looking
at
a
collection
of
wallflowers
in
the
balcony
.
He
was
not
in
the
least
disconcerted
by
our
appearance
,
but
rose
and
received
us
in
his
usual
airy
manner
.
"
Here
I
am
,
you
see
!
"
he
said
when
we
were
seated
,
not
without
some
little
difficulty
,
the
greater
part
of
the
chairs
being
broken
.
"
Here
I
am
!
This
is
my
frugal
breakfast
.
Some
men
want
legs
of
beef
and
mutton
for
breakfast
;
I
don
’
t
.
Give
me
my
peach
,
my
cup
of
coffee
,
and
my
claret
;
I
am
content
.
I
don
’
t
want
them
for
themselves
,
but
they
remind
me
of
the
sun
.
There
’
s
nothing
solar
about
legs
of
beef
and
mutton
.
Mere
animal
satisfaction
!
"
"
This
is
our
friend
’
s
consulting
-
room
(
or
would
be
,
if
he
ever
prescribed
)
,
his
sanctum
,
his
studio
,
"
said
my
guardian
to
us
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
turning
his
bright
face
about
,
"
this
is
the
bird
’
s
cage
.
This
is
where
the
bird
lives
and
sings
.
They
pluck
his
feathers
now
and
then
and
clip
his
wings
,
but
he
sings
,
he
sings
!
"
He
handed
us
the
grapes
,
repeating
in
his
radiant
way
,
"
He
sings
!
Not
an
ambitious
note
,
but
still
he
sings
.
"
"
These
are
very
fine
,
"
said
my
guardian
.
"
A
present
?
"
"
No
,
"
he
answered
.
"
No
!
Some
amiable
gardener
sells
them
.
His
man
wanted
to
know
,
when
he
brought
them
last
evening
,
whether
he
should
wait
for
the
money
.
’
Really
,
my
friend
,
’
I
said
,
’
I
think
not
—
if
your
time
is
of
any
value
to
you
.
’
I
suppose
it
was
,
for
he
went
away
.
"
My
guardian
looked
at
us
with
a
smile
,
as
though
he
asked
us
,
"
Is
it
possible
to
be
worldly
with
this
baby
?
"
"
This
is
a
day
,
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
gaily
taking
a
little
claret
in
a
tumbler
,
"
that
will
ever
be
remembered
here
.
We
shall
call
it
Saint
Clare
and
Saint
Summerson
day
.
You
must
see
my
daughters
.
I
have
a
blue
-
eyed
daughter
who
is
my
Beauty
daughter
,
I
have
a
Sentiment
daughter
,
and
I
have
a
Comedy
daughter
.
You
must
see
them
all
.
They
’
ll
be
enchanted
.
"
He
was
going
to
summon
them
when
my
guardian
interposed
and
asked
him
to
pause
a
moment
,
as
he
wished
to
say
a
word
to
him
first
.
"
My
dear
Jarndyce
,
"
he
cheerfully
replied
,
going
back
to
his
sofa
,
"
as
many
moments
as
you
please
.
Time
is
no
object
here
.
We
never
know
what
o
’
clock
it
is
,
and
we
never
care
.
Not
the
way
to
get
on
in
life
,
you
’
ll
tell
me
?
Certainly
.
But
we
DON
’
T
get
on
in
life
.
We
don
’
t
pretend
to
do
it
.
"
My
guardian
looked
at
us
again
,
plainly
saying
,
"
You
hear
him
?
"
"
Now
,
Harold
,
"
he
began
,
"
the
word
I
have
to
say
relates
to
Rick
.
"
"
The
dearest
friend
I
have
!
"
returned
Mr
.
Skimpole
cordially
.
"
I
suppose
he
ought
not
to
be
my
dearest
friend
,
as
he
is
not
on
terms
with
you
.
But
he
is
,
I
can
’
t
help
it
;
he
is
full
of
youthful
poetry
,
and
I
love
him
.
If
you
don
’
t
like
it
,
I
can
’
t
help
it
.
I
love
him
.
"
The
engaging
frankness
with
which
he
made
this
declaration
really
had
a
disinterested
appearance
and
captivated
my
guardian
,
if
not
,
for
the
moment
,
Ada
too
.
"
You
are
welcome
to
love
him
as
much
as
you
like
,
"
returned
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
"
but
we
must
save
his
pocket
,
Harold
.
"
"
Oh
!
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
.
"
His
pocket
?
Now
you
are
coming
to
what
I
don
’
t
understand
.
"
Taking
a
little
more
claret
and
dipping
one
of
the
cakes
in
it
,
he
shook
his
head
and
smiled
at
Ada
and
me
with
an
ingenuous
foreboding
that
he
never
could
be
made
to
understand
.
"
If
you
go
with
him
here
or
there
,
"
said
my
guardian
plainly
,
"
you
must
not
let
him
pay
for
both
.
"
"
My
dear
Jarndyce
,
"
returned
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
his
genial
face
irradiated
by
the
comicality
of
this
idea
,
"
what
am
I
to
do
?
If
he
takes
me
anywhere
,
I
must
go
.
And
how
can
I
pay
?
I
never
have
any
money
.
If
I
had
any
money
,
I
don
’
t
know
anything
about
it
.
Suppose
I
say
to
a
man
,
how
much
?
Suppose
the
man
says
to
me
seven
and
sixpence
?
I
know
nothing
about
seven
and
sixpence
.
It
is
impossible
for
me
to
pursue
the
subject
with
any
consideration
for
the
man
.
I
don
’
t
go
about
asking
busy
people
what
seven
and
sixpence
is
in
Moorish
—
which
I
don
’
t
understand
.
Why
should
I
go
about
asking
them
what
seven
and
sixpence
is
in
Money
—
which
I
don
’
t
understand
?
"
"
Well
,
"
said
my
guardian
,
by
no
means
displeased
with
this
artless
reply
,
"
if
you
come
to
any
kind
of
journeying
with
Rick
,
you
must
borrow
the
money
of
me
(
never
breathing
the
least
allusion
to
that
circumstance
)
,
and
leave
the
calculation
to
him
.
"
"
My
dear
Jarndyce
,
"
returned
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
"
I
will
do
anything
to
give
you
pleasure
,
but
it
seems
an
idle
form
—
a
superstition
.
Besides
,
I
give
you
my
word
,
Miss
Clare
and
my
dear
Miss
Summerson
,
I
thought
Mr
.
Carstone
was
immensely
rich
.
I
thought
he
had
only
to
make
over
something
,
or
to
sign
a
bond
,
or
a
draft
,
or
a
cheque
,
or
a
bill
,
or
to
put
something
on
a
file
somewhere
,
to
bring
down
a
shower
of
money
.
"
"
Indeed
it
is
not
so
,
sir
,
"
said
Ada
.
"
He
is
poor
.
"
"
No
,
really
?
"
returned
Mr
.
Skimpole
with
his
bright
smile
.
"
You
surprise
me
.
"
And
not
being
the
richer
for
trusting
in
a
rotten
reed
,
"
said
my
guardian
,
laying
his
hand
emphatically
on
the
sleeve
of
Mr
.
Skimpole
’
s
dressing
-
gown
,
"
be
you
very
careful
not
to
encourage
him
in
that
reliance
,
Harold
.
"
"
My
dear
good
friend
,
"
returned
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
"
and
my
dear
Miss
Simmerson
,
and
my
dear
Miss
Clare
,
how
can
I
do
that
?
It
’
s
business
,
and
I
don
’
t
know
business
.
It
is
he
who
encourages
me
.
He
emerges
from
great
feats
of
business
,
presents
the
brightest
prospects
before
me
as
their
result
,
and
calls
upon
me
to
admire
them
.
I
do
admire
them
—
as
bright
prospects
.
But
I
know
no
more
about
them
,
and
I
tell
him
so
.
"
The
helpless
kind
of
candour
with
which
he
presented
this
before
us
,
the
light
-
hearted
manner
in
which
he
was
amused
by
his
innocence
,
the
fantastic
way
in
which
he
took
himself
under
his
own
protection
and
argued
about
that
curious
person
,
combined
with
the
delightful
ease
of
everything
he
said
exactly
to
make
out
my
guardian
’
s
case
.
The
more
I
saw
of
him
,
the
more
unlikely
it
seemed
to
me
,
when
he
was
present
,
that
he
could
design
,
conceal
,
or
influence
anything
;
and
yet
the
less
likely
that
appeared
when
he
was
not
present
,
and
the
less
agreeable
it
was
to
think
of
his
having
anything
to
do
with
any
one
for
whom
I
cared
.
Hearing
that
his
examination
(
as
he
called
it
)
was
now
over
,
Mr
.
Skimpole
left
the
room
with
a
radiant
face
to
fetch
his
daughters
(
his
sons
had
run
away
at
various
times
)
,
leaving
my
guardian
quite
delighted
by
the
manner
in
which
he
had
vindicated
his
childish
character
.
He
soon
came
back
,
bringing
with
him
the
three
young
ladies
and
Mrs
.
Skimpole
,
who
had
once
been
a
beauty
but
was
now
a
delicate
high
-
nosed
invalid
suffering
under
a
complication
of
disorders
.
"
This
,
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
"
is
my
Beauty
daughter
,
Arethusa
—
plays
and
sings
odds
and
ends
like
her
father
.
This
is
my
Sentiment
daughter
,
Laura
—
plays
a
little
but
don
’
t
sing
.
This
is
my
Comedy
daughter
,
Kitty
—
sings
a
little
but
don
’
t
play
.
We
all
draw
a
little
and
compose
a
little
,
and
none
of
us
have
any
idea
of
time
or
money
.
"
Mrs
.
Skimpole
sighed
,
I
thought
,
as
if
she
would
have
been
glad
to
strike
out
this
item
in
the
family
attainments
.
I
also
thought
that
she
rather
impressed
her
sigh
upon
my
guardian
and
that
she
took
every
opportunity
of
throwing
in
another
.
"
It
is
pleasant
,
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
turning
his
sprightly
eyes
from
one
to
the
other
of
us
,
"
and
it
is
whimsically
interesting
to
trace
peculiarities
in
families
.
In
this
family
we
are
all
children
,
and
I
am
the
youngest
.
"
The
daughters
,
who
appeared
to
be
very
fond
of
him
,
were
amused
by
this
droll
fact
,
particularly
the
Comedy
daughter
.
"
My
dears
,
it
is
true
,
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
"
is
it
not
?
So
it
is
,
and
so
it
must
be
,
because
like
the
dogs
in
the
hymn
,
’
it
is
our
nature
to
.
’
Now
,
here
is
Miss
Summerson
with
a
fine
administrative
capacity
and
a
knowledge
of
details
perfectly
surprising
.
It
will
sound
very
strange
in
Miss
Summerson
’
s
ears
,
I
dare
say
,
that
we
know
nothing
about
chops
in
this
house
.
But
we
don
’
t
,
not
the
least
.
We
can
’
t
cook
anything
whatever
.
A
needle
and
thread
we
don
’
t
know
how
to
use
.
We
admire
the
people
who
possess
the
practical
wisdom
we
want
,
but
we
don
’
t
quarrel
with
them
.
Then
why
should
they
quarrel
with
us
?
Live
and
let
live
,
we
say
to
them
.
Live
upon
your
practical
wisdom
,
and
let
us
live
upon
you
!
"
He
laughed
,
but
as
usual
seemed
quite
candid
and
really
to
mean
what
he
said
.
"
We
have
sympathy
,
my
roses
,
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
"
sympathy
for
everything
.
Have
we
not
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
papa
!
"
cried
the
three
daughters
.
"
In
fact
,
that
is
our
family
department
,
"
said
Mr
.
Skimpole
,
"
in
this
hurly
-
burly
of
life
.
We
are
capable
of
looking
on
and
of
being
interested
,
and
we
DO
look
on
,
and
we
ARE
interested
.
What
more
can
we
do
?
Here
is
my
Beauty
daughter
,
married
these
three
years
.
Now
I
dare
say
her
marrying
another
child
,
and
having
two
more
,
was
all
wrong
in
point
of
political
economy
,
but
it
was
very
agreeable
.
We
had
our
little
festivities
on
those
occasions
and
exchanged
social
ideas
.
She
brought
her
young
husband
home
one
day
,
and
they
and
their
young
fledglings
have
their
nest
upstairs
.
I
dare
say
at
some
time
or
other
Sentiment
and
Comedy
will
bring
THEIR
husbands
home
and
have
THEIR
nests
upstairs
too
.
So
we
get
on
,
we
don
’
t
know
how
,
but
somehow
.
"
She
looked
very
young
indeed
to
be
the
mother
of
two
children
,
and
I
could
not
help
pitying
both
her
and
them
.
