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Miss
Dartle
softly
touched
her
,
and
bent
down
her
head
to
whisper
,
but
she
would
not
hear
a
word
.
‘
No
,
Rosa
,
not
a
word
!
Let
the
man
listen
to
what
I
say
!
My
son
,
who
has
been
the
object
of
my
life
,
to
whom
its
every
thought
has
been
devoted
,
whom
I
have
gratified
from
a
child
in
every
wish
,
from
whom
I
have
had
no
separate
existence
since
his
birth
,
—
to
take
up
in
a
moment
with
a
miserable
girl
,
and
avoid
me
!
To
repay
my
confidence
with
systematic
deception
,
for
her
sake
,
and
quit
me
for
her
!
To
set
this
wretched
fancy
,
against
his
mother
’
s
claims
upon
his
duty
,
love
,
respect
,
gratitude
—
claims
that
every
day
and
hour
of
his
life
should
have
strengthened
into
ties
that
nothing
could
be
proof
against
!
Is
this
no
injury
?
’
Again
Rosa
Dartle
tried
to
soothe
her
;
again
ineffectually
.
‘
I
say
,
Rosa
,
not
a
word
!
If
he
can
stake
his
all
upon
the
lightest
object
,
I
can
stake
my
all
upon
a
greater
purpose
.
Let
him
go
where
he
will
,
with
the
means
that
my
love
has
secured
to
him
!
Does
he
think
to
reduce
me
by
long
absence
?
He
knows
his
mother
very
little
if
he
does
.
Let
him
put
away
his
whim
now
,
and
he
is
welcome
back
.
Let
him
not
put
her
away
now
,
and
he
never
shall
come
near
me
,
living
or
dying
,
while
I
can
raise
my
hand
to
make
a
sign
against
it
,
unless
,
being
rid
of
her
for
ever
,
he
comes
humbly
to
me
and
begs
for
my
forgiveness
.
This
is
my
right
.
This
is
the
acknowledgement
I
WILL
HAVE
.
This
is
the
separation
that
there
is
between
us
!
And
is
this
,
’
she
added
,
looking
at
her
visitor
with
the
proud
intolerant
air
with
which
she
had
begun
,
‘
no
injury
?
’
While
I
heard
and
saw
the
mother
as
she
said
these
words
,
I
seemed
to
hear
and
see
the
son
,
defying
them
.
All
that
I
had
ever
seen
in
him
of
an
unyielding
,
wilful
spirit
,
I
saw
in
her
.
All
the
understanding
that
I
had
now
of
his
misdirected
energy
,
became
an
understanding
of
her
character
too
,
and
a
perception
that
it
was
,
in
its
strongest
springs
,
the
same
.
She
now
observed
to
me
,
aloud
,
resuming
her
former
restraint
,
that
it
was
useless
to
hear
more
,
or
to
say
more
,
and
that
she
begged
to
put
an
end
to
the
interview
.
She
rose
with
an
air
of
dignity
to
leave
the
room
,
when
Mr
.
Peggotty
signified
that
it
was
needless
.
‘
Doen
’
t
fear
me
being
any
hindrance
to
you
,
I
have
no
more
to
say
,
ma
’
am
,
’
he
remarked
,
as
he
moved
towards
the
door
.
‘
I
come
beer
with
no
hope
,
and
I
take
away
no
hope
.
I
have
done
what
I
thowt
should
be
done
,
but
I
never
looked
fur
any
good
to
come
of
my
stan
’
ning
where
I
do
.
This
has
been
too
evil
a
house
fur
me
and
mine
,
fur
me
to
be
in
my
right
senses
and
expect
it
.
’
With
this
,
we
departed
;
leaving
her
standing
by
her
elbow
-
chair
,
a
picture
of
a
noble
presence
and
a
handsome
face
.
We
had
,
on
our
way
out
,
to
cross
a
paved
hall
,
with
glass
sides
and
roof
,
over
which
a
vine
was
trained
.
