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‘
Yes
,
child
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
rubbing
her
nose
again
.
‘
He
is
memorializing
the
Lord
Chancellor
,
or
the
Lord
Somebody
or
other
—
one
of
those
people
,
at
all
events
,
who
are
paid
to
be
memorialized
-
about
his
affairs
.
I
suppose
it
will
go
in
,
one
of
these
days
.
He
hasn
’
t
been
able
to
draw
it
up
yet
,
without
introducing
that
mode
of
expressing
himself
;
but
it
don
’
t
signify
;
it
keeps
him
employed
.
’
In
fact
,
I
found
out
afterwards
that
Mr
.
Dick
had
been
for
upwards
of
ten
years
endeavouring
to
keep
King
Charles
the
First
out
of
the
Memorial
;
but
he
had
been
constantly
getting
into
it
,
and
was
there
now
.
‘
I
say
again
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
‘
nobody
knows
what
that
man
’
s
mind
is
except
myself
;
and
he
’
s
the
most
amenable
and
friendly
creature
in
existence
.
If
he
likes
to
fly
a
kite
sometimes
,
what
of
that
!
Franklin
used
to
fly
a
kite
.
He
was
a
Quaker
,
or
something
of
that
sort
,
if
I
am
not
mistaken
.
And
a
Quaker
flying
a
kite
is
a
much
more
ridiculous
object
than
anybody
else
.
’
If
I
could
have
supposed
that
my
aunt
had
recounted
these
particulars
for
my
especial
behoof
,
and
as
a
piece
of
confidence
in
me
,
I
should
have
felt
very
much
distinguished
,
and
should
have
augured
favourably
from
such
a
mark
of
her
good
opinion
.
But
I
could
hardly
help
observing
that
she
had
launched
into
them
,
chiefly
because
the
question
was
raised
in
her
own
mind
,
and
with
very
little
reference
to
me
,
though
she
had
addressed
herself
to
me
in
the
absence
of
anybody
else
.
At
the
same
time
,
I
must
say
that
the
generosity
of
her
championship
of
poor
harmless
Mr
.
Dick
,
not
only
inspired
my
young
breast
with
some
selfish
hope
for
myself
,
but
warmed
it
unselfishly
towards
her
.
I
believe
that
I
began
to
know
that
there
was
something
about
my
aunt
,
notwithstanding
her
many
eccentricities
and
odd
humours
,
to
be
honoured
and
trusted
in
.
Though
she
was
just
as
sharp
that
day
as
on
the
day
before
,
and
was
in
and
out
about
the
donkeys
just
as
often
,
and
was
thrown
into
a
tremendous
state
of
indignation
,
when
a
young
man
,
going
by
,
ogled
Janet
at
a
window
(
which
was
one
of
the
gravest
misdemeanours
that
could
be
committed
against
my
aunt
’
s
dignity
)
,
she
seemed
to
me
to
command
more
of
my
respect
,
if
not
less
of
my
fear
.
The
anxiety
I
underwent
,
in
the
interval
which
necessarily
elapsed
before
a
reply
could
be
received
to
her
letter
to
Mr
.
Murdstone
,
was
extreme
;
but
I
made
an
endeavour
to
suppress
it
,
and
to
be
as
agreeable
as
I
could
in
a
quiet
way
,
both
to
my
aunt
and
Mr
.
Dick
.
The
latter
and
I
would
have
gone
out
to
fly
the
great
kite
;
but
that
I
had
still
no
other
clothes
than
the
anything
but
ornamental
garments
with
which
I
had
been
decorated
on
the
first
day
,
and
which
confined
me
to
the
house
,
except
for
an
hour
after
dark
,
when
my
aunt
,
for
my
health
’
s
sake
,
paraded
me
up
and
down
on
the
cliff
outside
,
before
going
to
bed
.
At
length
the
reply
from
Mr
.
Murdstone
came
,
and
my
aunt
informed
me
,
to
my
infinite
terror
,
that
he
was
coming
to
speak
to
her
herself
on
the
next
day
.
On
the
next
day
,
still
bundled
up
in
my
curious
habiliments
,
I
sat
counting
the
time
,
flushed
and
heated
by
the
conflict
of
sinking
hopes
and
rising
fears
within
me
;
and
waiting
to
be
startled
by
the
sight
of
the
gloomy
face
,
whose
non
-
arrival
startled
me
every
minute
.
My
aunt
was
a
little
more
imperious
and
stern
than
usual
,
but
I
observed
no
other
token
of
her
preparing
herself
to
receive
the
visitor
so
much
dreaded
by
me
.
She
sat
at
work
in
the
window
,
and
I
sat
by
,
with
my
thoughts
running
astray
on
all
possible
and
impossible
results
of
Mr
.
Murdstone
’
s
visit
,
until
pretty
late
in
the
afternoon
.
Our
dinner
had
been
indefinitely
postponed
;
but
it
was
growing
so
late
,
that
my
aunt
had
ordered
it
to
be
got
ready
,
when
she
gave
a
sudden
alarm
of
donkeys
,
and
to
my
consternation
and
amazement
,
I
beheld
Miss
Murdstone
,
on
a
side
-
saddle
,
ride
deliberately
over
the
sacred
piece
of
green
,
and
stop
in
front
of
the
house
,
looking
about
her
.
‘
Go
along
with
you
!
’
cried
my
aunt
,
shaking
her
head
and
her
fist
at
the
window
.
‘
You
have
no
business
there
.
How
dare
you
trespass
?
Go
along
!
Oh
!
you
bold
-
faced
thing
!
’
