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A
certain
bright
smile
,
which
I
never
saw
on
any
other
face
,
died
away
,
even
while
I
thought
how
good
it
was
,
and
how
familiar
it
had
once
been
to
me
;
and
she
asked
me
,
with
a
quick
change
of
expression
(
we
were
drawing
very
near
my
street
)
,
if
I
knew
how
the
reverse
in
my
aunt
’
s
circumstances
had
been
brought
about
.
On
my
replying
no
,
she
had
not
told
me
yet
,
Agnes
became
thoughtful
,
and
I
fancied
I
felt
her
arm
tremble
in
mine
.
We
found
my
aunt
alone
,
in
a
state
of
some
excitement
.
A
difference
of
opinion
had
arisen
between
herself
and
Mrs
.
Crupp
,
on
an
abstract
question
(
the
propriety
of
chambers
being
inhabited
by
the
gentler
sex
)
;
and
my
aunt
,
utterly
indifferent
to
spasms
on
the
part
of
Mrs
.
Crupp
,
had
cut
the
dispute
short
,
by
informing
that
lady
that
she
smelt
of
my
brandy
,
and
that
she
would
trouble
her
to
walk
out
.
Both
of
these
expressions
Mrs
.
Crupp
considered
actionable
,
and
had
expressed
her
intention
of
bringing
before
a
‘
British
Judy
’
—
meaning
,
it
was
supposed
,
the
bulwark
of
our
national
liberties
.
My
aunt
,
however
,
having
had
time
to
cool
,
while
Peggotty
was
out
showing
Mr
.
Dick
the
soldiers
at
the
Horse
Guards
—
and
being
,
besides
,
greatly
pleased
to
see
Agnes
—
rather
plumed
herself
on
the
affair
than
otherwise
,
and
received
us
with
unimpaired
good
humour
.
When
Agnes
laid
her
bonnet
on
the
table
,
and
sat
down
beside
her
,
I
could
not
but
think
,
looking
on
her
mild
eyes
and
her
radiant
forehead
,
how
natural
it
seemed
to
have
her
there
;
how
trustfully
,
although
she
was
so
young
and
inexperienced
,
my
aunt
confided
in
her
;
how
strong
she
was
,
indeed
,
in
simple
love
and
truth
.
We
began
to
talk
about
my
aunt
’
s
losses
,
and
I
told
them
what
I
had
tried
to
do
that
morning
.
‘
Which
was
injudicious
,
Trot
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
‘
but
well
meant
.
You
are
a
generous
boy
—
I
suppose
I
must
say
,
young
man
,
now
—
and
I
am
proud
of
you
,
my
dear
.
So
far
,
so
good
.
Now
,
Trot
and
Agnes
,
let
us
look
the
case
of
Betsey
Trotwood
in
the
face
,
and
see
how
it
stands
.
’
I
observed
Agnes
turn
pale
,
as
she
looked
very
attentively
at
my
aunt
.
My
aunt
,
patting
her
cat
,
looked
very
attentively
at
Agnes
.
‘
Betsey
Trotwood
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
who
had
always
kept
her
money
matters
to
herself
.
‘
-
I
don
’
t
mean
your
sister
,
Trot
,
my
dear
,
but
myself
—
had
a
certain
property
.
It
don
’
t
matter
how
much
;
enough
to
live
on
.
More
;
for
she
had
saved
a
little
,
and
added
to
it
.
Betsey
funded
her
property
for
some
time
,
and
then
,
by
the
advice
of
her
man
of
business
,
laid
it
out
on
landed
security
.
That
did
very
well
,
and
returned
very
good
interest
,
till
Betsey
was
paid
off
.
I
am
talking
of
Betsey
as
if
she
was
a
man
-
of
-
war
.
Well
!
Then
,
Betsey
had
to
look
about
her
,
for
a
new
investment
.
She
thought
she
was
wiser
,
now
,
than
her
man
of
business
,
who
was
not
such
a
good
man
of
business
by
this
time
,
as
he
used
to
be
—
I
am
alluding
to
your
father
,
Agnes
—
and
she
took
it
into
her
head
to
lay
it
out
for
herself
.
So
she
took
her
pigs
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
‘
to
a
foreign
market
;
and
a
very
bad
market
it
turned
out
to
be
.
First
,
she
lost
in
the
mining
way
,
and
then
she
lost
in
the
diving
way
—
fishing
up
treasure
,
or
some
such
Tom
Tiddler
nonsense
,
’
explained
my
aunt
,
rubbing
her
nose
;
‘
and
then
she
lost
in
the
mining
way
again
,
and
,
last
of
all
,
to
set
the
thing
entirely
to
rights
,
she
lost
in
the
banking
way
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
the
Bank
shares
were
worth
for
a
little
while
,
’
said
my
aunt
;
‘
cent
per
cent
was
the
lowest
of
it
,
I
believe
;
but
the
Bank
was
at
the
other
end
of
the
world
,
and
tumbled
into
space
,
for
what
I
know
;
anyhow
,
it
fell
to
pieces
,
and
never
will
and
never
can
pay
sixpence
;
and
Betsey
’
s
sixpences
were
all
there
,
and
there
’
s
an
end
of
them
.
Least
said
,
soonest
mended
!
’
My
aunt
concluded
this
philosophical
summary
,
by
fixing
her
eyes
with
a
kind
of
triumph
on
Agnes
,
whose
colour
was
gradually
returning
.
