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We
never
knew
a
person
,
she
wrote
;
but
to
think
that
Miss
Betsey
should
seem
to
be
so
different
from
what
she
had
been
thought
to
be
,
was
a
Moral
!
—
that
was
her
word
.
She
was
evidently
still
afraid
of
Miss
Betsey
,
for
she
sent
her
grateful
duty
to
her
but
timidly
;
and
she
was
evidently
afraid
of
me
,
too
,
and
entertained
the
probability
of
my
running
away
again
soon
:
if
I
might
judge
from
the
repeated
hints
she
threw
out
,
that
the
coach
-
fare
to
Yarmouth
was
always
to
be
had
of
her
for
the
asking
.
She
gave
me
one
piece
of
intelligence
which
affected
me
very
much
,
namely
,
that
there
had
been
a
sale
of
the
furniture
at
our
old
home
,
and
that
Mr
.
and
Miss
Murdstone
were
gone
away
,
and
the
house
was
shut
up
,
to
be
let
or
sold
.
God
knows
I
had
no
part
in
it
while
they
remained
there
,
but
it
pained
me
to
think
of
the
dear
old
place
as
altogether
abandoned
;
of
the
weeds
growing
tall
in
the
garden
,
and
the
fallen
leaves
lying
thick
and
wet
upon
the
paths
.
I
imagined
how
the
winds
of
winter
would
howl
round
it
,
how
the
cold
rain
would
beat
upon
the
window
-
glass
,
how
the
moon
would
make
ghosts
on
the
walls
of
the
empty
rooms
,
watching
their
solitude
all
night
.
I
thought
afresh
of
the
grave
in
the
churchyard
,
underneath
the
tree
:
and
it
seemed
as
if
the
house
were
dead
too
,
now
,
and
all
connected
with
my
father
and
mother
were
faded
away
.
There
was
no
other
news
in
Peggotty
’
s
letters
.
Mr
.
Barkis
was
an
excellent
husband
,
she
said
,
though
still
a
little
near
;
but
we
all
had
our
faults
,
and
she
had
plenty
(
though
I
am
sure
I
don
’
t
know
what
they
were
)
;
and
he
sent
his
duty
,
and
my
little
bedroom
was
always
ready
for
me
.
Mr
.
Peggotty
was
well
,
and
Ham
was
well
,
and
Mrs
.
.
Gummidge
was
but
poorly
,
and
little
Em
’
ly
wouldn
’
t
send
her
love
,
but
said
that
Peggotty
might
send
it
,
if
she
liked
.
All
this
intelligence
I
dutifully
imparted
to
my
aunt
,
only
reserving
to
myself
the
mention
of
little
Em
’
ly
,
to
whom
I
instinctively
felt
that
she
would
not
very
tenderly
incline
.
While
I
was
yet
new
at
Doctor
Strong
’
s
,
she
made
several
excursions
over
to
Canterbury
to
see
me
,
and
always
at
unseasonable
hours
:
with
the
view
,
I
suppose
,
of
taking
me
by
surprise
.
But
,
finding
me
well
employed
,
and
bearing
a
good
character
,
and
hearing
on
all
hands
that
I
rose
fast
in
the
school
,
she
soon
discontinued
these
visits
.
I
saw
her
on
a
Saturday
,
every
third
or
fourth
week
,
when
I
went
over
to
Dover
for
a
treat
;
and
I
saw
Mr
.
Dick
every
alternate
Wednesday
,
when
he
arrived
by
stage
-
coach
at
noon
,
to
stay
until
next
morning
.
On
these
occasions
Mr
.
Dick
never
travelled
without
a
leathern
writing
-
desk
,
containing
a
supply
of
stationery
and
the
Memorial
;
in
relation
to
which
document
he
had
a
notion
that
time
was
beginning
to
press
now
,
and
that
it
really
must
be
got
out
of
hand
.
Mr
.
Dick
was
very
partial
to
gingerbread
.
To
render
his
visits
the
more
agreeable
,
my
aunt
had
instructed
me
to
open
a
credit
for
him
at
a
cake
shop
,
which
was
hampered
with
the
stipulation
that
he
should
not
be
served
with
more
than
one
shilling
’
s
-
worth
in
the
course
of
any
one
day
.
This
,
and
the
reference
of
all
his
little
bills
at
the
county
inn
where
he
slept
,
to
my
aunt
,
before
they
were
paid
,
induced
me
to
suspect
that
he
was
only
allowed
to
rattle
his
money
,
and
not
to
spend
it
.
I
found
on
further
investigation
that
this
was
so
,
or
at
least
there
was
an
agreement
between
him
and
my
aunt
that
he
should
account
to
her
for
all
his
disbursements
.
As
he
had
no
idea
of
deceiving
her
,
and
always
desired
to
please
her
,
he
was
thus
made
chary
of
launching
into
expense
.
On
this
point
,
as
well
as
on
all
other
possible
points
,
Mr
.
Dick
was
convinced
that
my
aunt
was
the
wisest
and
most
wonderful
of
women
;
as
he
repeatedly
told
me
with
infinite
secrecy
,
and
always
in
a
whisper
.
‘
Trotwood
,
’
said
Mr
.
Dick
,
with
an
air
of
mystery
,
after
imparting
this
confidence
to
me
,
one
Wednesday
;
‘
who
’
s
the
man
that
hides
near
our
house
and
frightens
her
?
’
‘
Frightens
my
aunt
,
sir
?
’
