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He
knew
it
was
the
mark
of
tears
as
well
as
I
.
But
if
he
had
asked
the
question
twenty
times
,
each
time
with
twenty
blows
,
I
believe
my
baby
heart
would
have
burst
before
I
would
have
told
him
so
.
‘
You
have
a
good
deal
of
intelligence
for
a
little
fellow
,
’
he
said
,
with
a
grave
smile
that
belonged
to
him
,
‘
and
you
understood
me
very
well
,
I
see
.
Wash
that
face
,
sir
,
and
come
down
with
me
.
’
He
pointed
to
the
washing
-
stand
,
which
I
had
made
out
to
be
like
Mrs
.
Gummidge
,
and
motioned
me
with
his
head
to
obey
him
directly
.
I
had
little
doubt
then
,
and
I
have
less
doubt
now
,
that
he
would
have
knocked
me
down
without
the
least
compunction
,
if
I
had
hesitated
.
‘
Clara
,
my
dear
,
’
he
said
,
when
I
had
done
his
bidding
,
and
he
walked
me
into
the
parlour
,
with
his
hand
still
on
my
arm
;
‘
you
will
not
be
made
uncomfortable
any
more
,
I
hope
.
We
shall
soon
improve
our
youthful
humours
.
’
God
help
me
,
I
might
have
been
improved
for
my
whole
life
,
I
might
have
been
made
another
creature
perhaps
,
for
life
,
by
a
kind
word
at
that
season
.
A
word
of
encouragement
and
explanation
,
of
pity
for
my
childish
ignorance
,
of
welcome
home
,
of
reassurance
to
me
that
it
was
home
,
might
have
made
me
dutiful
to
him
in
my
heart
henceforth
,
instead
of
in
my
hypocritical
outside
,
and
might
have
made
me
respect
instead
of
hate
him
.
I
thought
my
mother
was
sorry
to
see
me
standing
in
the
room
so
scared
and
strange
,
and
that
,
presently
,
when
I
stole
to
a
chair
,
she
followed
me
with
her
eyes
more
sorrowfully
still
—
missing
,
perhaps
,
some
freedom
in
my
childish
tread
—
but
the
word
was
not
spoken
,
and
the
time
for
it
was
gone
.
We
dined
alone
,
we
three
together
.
He
seemed
to
be
very
fond
of
my
mother
—
I
am
afraid
I
liked
him
none
the
better
for
that
—
and
she
was
very
fond
of
him
.
I
gathered
from
what
they
said
,
that
an
elder
sister
of
his
was
coming
to
stay
with
them
,
and
that
she
was
expected
that
evening
.
I
am
not
certain
whether
I
found
out
then
,
or
afterwards
,
that
,
without
being
actively
concerned
in
any
business
,
he
had
some
share
in
,
or
some
annual
charge
upon
the
profits
of
,
a
wine
-
merchant
’
s
house
in
London
,
with
which
his
family
had
been
connected
from
his
great
-
grandfather
’
s
time
,
and
in
which
his
sister
had
a
similar
interest
;
but
I
may
mention
it
in
this
place
,
whether
or
no
.
After
dinner
,
when
we
were
sitting
by
the
fire
,
and
I
was
meditating
an
escape
to
Peggotty
without
having
the
hardihood
to
slip
away
,
lest
it
should
offend
the
master
of
the
house
,
a
coach
drove
up
to
the
garden
-
gate
and
he
went
out
to
receive
the
visitor
.
My
mother
followed
him
.
I
was
timidly
following
her
,
when
she
turned
round
at
the
parlour
door
,
in
the
dusk
,
and
taking
me
in
her
embrace
as
she
had
been
used
to
do
,
whispered
me
to
love
my
new
father
and
be
obedient
to
him
.
She
did
this
hurriedly
and
secretly
,
as
if
it
were
wrong
,
but
tenderly
;
and
,
putting
out
her
hand
behind
her
,
held
mine
in
it
,
until
we
came
near
to
where
he
was
standing
in
the
garden
,
where
she
let
mine
go
,
and
drew
hers
through
his
arm
.
It
was
Miss
Murdstone
who
was
arrived
,
and
a
gloomy
-
looking
lady
she
was
;
dark
,
like
her
brother
,
whom
she
greatly
resembled
in
face
and
voice
;
and
with
very
heavy
eyebrows
,
nearly
meeting
over
her
large
nose
,
as
if
,
being
disabled
by
the
wrongs
of
her
sex
from
wearing
whiskers
,
she
had
carried
them
to
that
account
.
She
brought
with
her
two
uncompromising
hard
black
boxes
,
with
her
initials
on
the
lids
in
hard
brass
nails
.
When
she
paid
the
coachman
she
took
her
money
out
of
a
hard
steel
purse
,
and
she
kept
the
purse
in
a
very
jail
of
a
bag
which
hung
upon
her
arm
by
a
heavy
chain
,
and
shut
up
like
a
bite
.
I
had
never
,
at
that
time
,
seen
such
a
metallic
lady
altogether
as
Miss
Murdstone
was
.
