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He
showed
me
that
it
was
covered
with
manuscript
,
very
closely
and
laboriously
written
;
but
so
plainly
,
that
as
I
looked
along
the
lines
,
I
thought
I
saw
some
allusion
to
King
Charles
the
First
’
s
head
again
,
in
one
or
two
places
.
‘
There
’
s
plenty
of
string
,
’
said
Mr
.
Dick
,
‘
and
when
it
flies
high
,
it
takes
the
facts
a
long
way
.
That
’
s
my
manner
of
diffusing
‘
em
.
I
don
’
t
know
where
they
may
come
down
.
It
’
s
according
to
circumstances
,
and
the
wind
,
and
so
forth
;
but
I
take
my
chance
of
that
.
’
His
face
was
so
very
mild
and
pleasant
,
and
had
something
so
reverend
in
it
,
though
it
was
hale
and
hearty
,
that
I
was
not
sure
but
that
he
was
having
a
good
-
humoured
jest
with
me
.
So
I
laughed
,
and
he
laughed
,
and
we
parted
the
best
friends
possible
.
‘
Well
,
child
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
when
I
went
downstairs
.
‘
And
what
of
Mr
.
Dick
,
this
morning
?
’
I
informed
her
that
he
sent
his
compliments
,
and
was
getting
on
very
well
indeed
.
‘
What
do
you
think
of
him
?
’
said
my
aunt
.
I
had
some
shadowy
idea
of
endeavouring
to
evade
the
question
,
by
replying
that
I
thought
him
a
very
nice
gentleman
;
but
my
aunt
was
not
to
be
so
put
off
,
for
she
laid
her
work
down
in
her
lap
,
and
said
,
folding
her
hands
upon
it
:
‘
Come
!
Your
sister
Betsey
Trotwood
would
have
told
me
what
she
thought
of
anyone
,
directly
.
Be
as
like
your
sister
as
you
can
,
and
speak
out
!
’
‘
Is
he
—
is
Mr
.
Dick
—
I
ask
because
I
don
’
t
know
,
aunt
—
is
he
at
all
out
of
his
mind
,
then
?
’
I
stammered
;
for
I
felt
I
was
on
dangerous
ground
.
