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Wickfield
scarcely
raising
his
eyes
from
the
ground
.
When
we
,
at
last
,
reached
our
own
door
,
Agnes
discovered
that
she
had
left
her
little
reticule
behind
.
Delighted
to
be
of
any
service
to
her
,
I
ran
back
to
fetch
it
.
I
went
into
the
supper
-
room
where
it
had
been
left
,
which
was
deserted
and
dark
.
But
a
door
of
communication
between
that
and
the
Doctor
’
s
study
,
where
there
was
a
light
,
being
open
,
I
passed
on
there
,
to
say
what
I
wanted
,
and
to
get
a
candle
.
The
Doctor
was
sitting
in
his
easy
-
chair
by
the
fireside
,
and
his
young
wife
was
on
a
stool
at
his
feet
.
The
Doctor
,
with
a
complacent
smile
,
was
reading
aloud
some
manuscript
explanation
or
statement
of
a
theory
out
of
that
interminable
Dictionary
,
and
she
was
looking
up
at
him
.
But
with
such
a
face
as
I
never
saw
.
It
was
so
beautiful
in
its
form
,
it
was
so
ashy
pale
,
it
was
so
fixed
in
its
abstraction
,
it
was
so
full
of
a
wild
,
sleep
-
walking
,
dreamy
horror
of
I
don
’
t
know
what
.
The
eyes
were
wide
open
,
and
her
brown
hair
fell
in
two
rich
clusters
on
her
shoulders
,
and
on
her
white
dress
,
disordered
by
the
want
of
the
lost
ribbon
.
Distinctly
as
I
recollect
her
look
,
I
cannot
say
of
what
it
was
expressive
,
I
cannot
even
say
of
what
it
is
expressive
to
me
now
,
rising
again
before
my
older
judgement
.
Penitence
,
humiliation
,
shame
,
pride
,
love
,
and
trustfulness
—
I
see
them
all
;
and
in
them
all
,
I
see
that
horror
of
I
don
’
t
know
what
.
My
entrance
,
and
my
saying
what
I
wanted
,
roused
her
It
disturbed
the
Doctor
too
,
for
when
I
went
back
to
replace
the
candle
I
had
taken
from
the
table
,
he
was
patting
her
head
,
in
his
fatherly
way
,
and
saying
he
was
a
merciless
drone
to
let
her
tempt
him
into
reading
on
;
and
he
would
have
her
go
to
bed
.
But
she
asked
him
,
in
a
rapid
,
urgent
manner
,
to
let
her
stay
—
to
let
her
feel
assured
(
I
heard
her
murmur
some
broken
words
to
this
effect
)
that
she
was
in
his
confidence
that
night
.
And
,
as
she
turned
again
towards
him
,
after
glancing
at
me
as
I
left
the
room
and
went
out
at
the
door
,
I
saw
her
cross
her
hands
upon
his
knee
,
and
look
up
at
him
with
the
same
face
,
something
quieted
,
as
he
resumed
his
reading
.
It
made
a
great
impression
on
me
,
and
I
remembered
it
a
long
time
afterwards
;
as
I
shall
have
occasion
to
narrate
when
the
time
comes
.
It
has
not
occurred
to
me
to
mention
Peggotty
since
I
ran
away
;
but
,
of
course
,
I
wrote
her
a
letter
almost
as
soon
as
I
was
housed
at
Dover
,
and
another
,
and
a
longer
letter
,
containing
all
particulars
fully
related
,
when
my
aunt
took
me
formally
under
her
protection
.
On
my
being
settled
at
Doctor
Strong
’
s
I
wrote
to
her
again
,
detailing
my
happy
condition
and
prospects
.
I
never
could
have
derived
anything
like
the
pleasure
from
spending
the
money
Mr
.
Dick
had
given
me
,
that
I
felt
in
sending
a
gold
half
-
guinea
to
Peggotty
,
per
post
,
enclosed
in
this
last
letter
,
to
discharge
the
sum
I
had
borrowed
of
her
:
in
which
epistle
,
not
before
,
I
mentioned
about
the
young
man
with
the
donkey
-
cart
.
To
these
communications
Peggotty
replied
as
promptly
,
if
not
as
concisely
,
as
a
merchant
’
s
clerk
.
Her
utmost
powers
of
expression
(
which
were
certainly
not
great
in
ink
)
were
exhausted
in
the
attempt
to
write
what
she
felt
on
the
subject
of
my
journey
.
Four
sides
of
incoherent
and
interjectional
beginnings
of
sentences
,
that
had
no
end
,
except
blots
,
were
inadequate
to
afford
her
any
relief
.
But
the
blots
were
more
expressive
to
me
than
the
best
composition
;
for
they
showed
me
that
Peggotty
had
been
crying
all
over
the
paper
,
and
what
could
I
have
desired
more
?
I
made
out
,
without
much
difficulty
,
that
she
could
not
take
quite
kindly
to
my
aunt
yet
.
The
notice
was
too
short
after
so
long
a
prepossession
the
other
way
.
