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‘
Does
he
know
where
I
am
,
aunt
?
’
I
inquired
,
alarmed
.
‘
I
have
told
him
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
with
a
nod
.
‘
Shall
I
—
be
—
given
up
to
him
?
’
I
faltered
.
‘
I
don
’
t
know
,
’
said
my
aunt
.
‘
We
shall
see
.
’
‘
Oh
!
I
can
’
t
think
what
I
shall
do
,
’
I
exclaimed
,
‘
if
I
have
to
go
back
to
Mr
.
Murdstone
!
’
‘
I
don
’
t
know
anything
about
it
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
shaking
her
head
.
‘
I
can
’
t
say
,
I
am
sure
.
We
shall
see
.
’
My
spirits
sank
under
these
words
,
and
I
became
very
downcast
and
heavy
of
heart
.
My
aunt
,
without
appearing
to
take
much
heed
of
me
,
put
on
a
coarse
apron
with
a
bib
,
which
she
took
out
of
the
press
;
washed
up
the
teacups
with
her
own
hands
;
and
,
when
everything
was
washed
and
set
in
the
tray
again
,
and
the
cloth
folded
and
put
on
the
top
of
the
whole
,
rang
for
Janet
to
remove
it
.
She
next
swept
up
the
crumbs
with
a
little
broom
(
putting
on
a
pair
of
gloves
first
)
,
until
there
did
not
appear
to
be
one
microscopic
speck
left
on
the
carpet
;
next
dusted
and
arranged
the
room
,
which
was
dusted
and
arranged
to
a
hair
’
sbreadth
already
.
When
all
these
tasks
were
performed
to
her
satisfaction
,
she
took
off
the
gloves
and
apron
,
folded
them
up
,
put
them
in
the
particular
corner
of
the
press
from
which
they
had
been
taken
,
brought
out
her
work
-
box
to
her
own
table
in
the
open
window
,
and
sat
down
,
with
the
green
fan
between
her
and
the
light
,
to
work
.
‘
I
wish
you
’
d
go
upstairs
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
as
she
threaded
her
needle
,
‘
and
give
my
compliments
to
Mr
.
Dick
,
and
I
’
ll
be
glad
to
know
how
he
gets
on
with
his
Memorial
.
’
I
rose
with
all
alacrity
,
to
acquit
myself
of
this
commission
.
