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‘
Trot
,
’
said
my
aunt
in
conclusion
,
‘
be
a
credit
to
yourself
,
to
me
,
and
Mr
.
Dick
,
and
Heaven
be
with
you
!
’
I
was
greatly
overcome
,
and
could
only
thank
her
,
again
and
again
,
and
send
my
love
to
Mr
.
Dick
.
‘
Never
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
‘
be
mean
in
anything
;
never
be
false
;
never
be
cruel
.
Avoid
those
three
vices
,
Trot
,
and
I
can
always
be
hopeful
of
you
.
’
I
promised
,
as
well
as
I
could
,
that
I
would
not
abuse
her
kindness
or
forget
her
admonition
.
‘
The
pony
’
s
at
the
door
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
‘
and
I
am
off
!
Stay
here
.
’
With
these
words
she
embraced
me
hastily
,
and
went
out
of
the
room
,
shutting
the
door
after
her
.
At
first
I
was
startled
by
so
abrupt
a
departure
,
and
almost
feared
I
had
displeased
her
;
but
when
I
looked
into
the
street
,
and
saw
how
dejectedly
she
got
into
the
chaise
,
and
drove
away
without
looking
up
,
I
understood
her
better
and
did
not
do
her
that
injustice
.
By
five
o
’
clock
,
which
was
Mr
.
Wickfield
’
s
dinner
-
hour
,
I
had
mustered
up
my
spirits
again
,
and
was
ready
for
my
knife
and
fork
.
The
cloth
was
only
laid
for
us
two
;
but
Agnes
was
waiting
in
the
drawing
-
room
before
dinner
,
went
down
with
her
father
,
and
sat
opposite
to
him
at
table
.
I
doubted
whether
he
could
have
dined
without
her
.
We
did
not
stay
there
,
after
dinner
,
but
came
upstairs
into
the
drawing
-
room
again
:
in
one
snug
corner
of
which
,
Agnes
set
glasses
for
her
father
,
and
a
decanter
of
port
wine
.
I
thought
he
would
have
missed
its
usual
flavour
,
if
it
had
been
put
there
for
him
by
any
other
hands
.
There
he
sat
,
taking
his
wine
,
and
taking
a
good
deal
of
it
,
for
two
hours
;
while
Agnes
played
on
the
piano
,
worked
,
and
talked
to
him
and
me
.
He
was
,
for
the
most
part
,
gay
and
cheerful
with
us
;
but
sometimes
his
eyes
rested
on
her
,
and
he
fell
into
a
brooding
state
,
and
was
silent
.
She
always
observed
this
quickly
,
I
thought
,
and
always
roused
him
with
a
question
or
caress
.
Then
he
came
out
of
his
meditation
,
and
drank
more
wine
.
Agnes
made
the
tea
,
and
presided
over
it
;
and
the
time
passed
away
after
it
,
as
after
dinner
,
until
she
went
to
bed
;
when
her
father
took
her
in
his
arms
and
kissed
her
,
and
,
she
being
gone
,
ordered
candles
in
his
office
.
Then
I
went
to
bed
too
.
But
in
the
course
of
the
evening
I
had
rambled
down
to
the
door
,
and
a
little
way
along
the
street
,
that
I
might
have
another
peep
at
the
old
houses
,
and
the
grey
Cathedral
;
and
might
think
of
my
coming
through
that
old
city
on
my
journey
,
and
of
my
passing
the
very
house
I
lived
in
,
without
knowing
it
.
As
I
came
back
,
I
saw
Uriah
Heep
shutting
up
the
office
;
and
feeling
friendly
towards
everybody
,
went
in
and
spoke
to
him
,
and
at
parting
,
gave
him
my
hand
