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Mr
.
Dick
was
so
very
complacent
,
sitting
on
the
foot
of
the
bed
,
nursing
his
leg
,
and
telling
me
this
,
with
his
eyes
wide
open
and
a
surprised
smile
,
that
I
am
sorry
to
say
I
was
provoked
into
explaining
to
him
that
ruin
meant
distress
,
want
,
and
starvation
;
but
I
was
soon
bitterly
reproved
for
this
harshness
,
by
seeing
his
face
turn
pale
,
and
tears
course
down
his
lengthened
cheeks
,
while
he
fixed
upon
me
a
look
of
such
unutterable
woe
,
that
it
might
have
softened
a
far
harder
heart
than
mine
.
I
took
infinitely
greater
pains
to
cheer
him
up
again
than
I
had
taken
to
depress
him
;
and
I
soon
understood
(
as
I
ought
to
have
known
at
first
)
that
he
had
been
so
confident
,
merely
because
of
his
faith
in
the
wisest
and
most
wonderful
of
women
,
and
his
unbounded
reliance
on
my
intellectual
resources
.
The
latter
,
I
believe
,
he
considered
a
match
for
any
kind
of
disaster
not
absolutely
mortal
.
‘
What
can
we
do
,
Trotwood
?
’
said
Mr
.
Dick
.
‘
There
’
s
the
Memorial
-
’
‘
To
be
sure
there
is
,
’
said
I
.
‘
But
all
we
can
do
just
now
,
Mr
.
Dick
,
is
to
keep
a
cheerful
countenance
,
and
not
let
my
aunt
see
that
we
are
thinking
about
it
.
’
He
assented
to
this
in
the
most
earnest
manner
;
and
implored
me
,
if
I
should
see
him
wandering
an
inch
out
of
the
right
course
,
to
recall
him
by
some
of
those
superior
methods
which
were
always
at
my
command
.
But
I
regret
to
state
that
the
fright
I
had
given
him
proved
too
much
for
his
best
attempts
at
concealment
.
All
the
evening
his
eyes
wandered
to
my
aunt
’
s
face
,
with
an
expression
of
the
most
dismal
apprehension
,
as
if
he
saw
her
growing
thin
on
the
spot
.
He
was
conscious
of
this
,
and
put
a
constraint
upon
his
head
;
but
his
keeping
that
immovable
,
and
sitting
rolling
his
eyes
like
a
piece
of
machinery
,
did
not
mend
the
matter
at
all
.
I
saw
him
look
at
the
loaf
at
supper
(
which
happened
to
be
a
small
one
)
,
as
if
nothing
else
stood
between
us
and
famine
;
and
when
my
aunt
insisted
on
his
making
his
customary
repast
,
I
detected
him
in
the
act
of
pocketing
fragments
of
his
bread
and
cheese
;
I
have
no
doubt
for
the
purpose
of
reviving
us
with
those
savings
,
when
we
should
have
reached
an
advanced
stage
of
attenuation
.
My
aunt
,
on
the
other
hand
,
was
in
a
composed
frame
of
mind
,
which
was
a
lesson
to
all
of
us
—
to
me
,
I
am
sure
.
She
was
extremely
gracious
to
Peggotty
,
except
when
I
inadvertently
called
her
by
that
name
;
and
,
strange
as
I
knew
she
felt
in
London
,
appeared
quite
at
home
.
She
was
to
have
my
bed
,
and
I
was
to
lie
in
the
sitting
-
room
,
to
keep
guard
over
her
.
She
made
a
great
point
of
being
so
near
the
river
,
in
case
of
a
conflagration
;
and
I
suppose
really
did
find
some
satisfaction
in
that
circumstance
.
‘
Trot
,
my
dear
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
when
she
saw
me
making
preparations
for
compounding
her
usual
night
-
draught
,
‘
No
!
’
‘
Nothing
,
aunt
?
’
‘
Not
wine
,
my
dear
.
Ale
.
’
‘
But
there
is
wine
here
,
aunt
.
And
you
always
have
it
made
of
wine
.
’
