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At
last
,
after
an
agony
of
supplication
and
protestation
,
I
got
Dora
to
look
at
me
,
with
a
horrified
expression
of
face
,
which
I
gradually
soothed
until
it
was
only
loving
,
and
her
soft
,
pretty
cheek
was
lying
against
mine
.
Then
I
told
her
,
with
my
arms
clasped
round
her
,
how
I
loved
her
,
so
dearly
,
and
so
dearly
;
how
I
felt
it
right
to
offer
to
release
her
from
her
engagement
,
because
now
I
was
poor
;
how
I
never
could
bear
it
,
or
recover
it
,
if
I
lost
her
;
how
I
had
no
fears
of
poverty
,
if
she
had
none
,
my
arm
being
nerved
and
my
heart
inspired
by
her
;
how
I
was
already
working
with
a
courage
such
as
none
but
lovers
knew
;
how
I
had
begun
to
be
practical
,
and
look
into
the
future
;
how
a
crust
well
earned
was
sweeter
far
than
a
feast
inherited
;
and
much
more
to
the
same
purpose
,
which
I
delivered
in
a
burst
of
passionate
eloquence
quite
surprising
to
myself
,
though
I
had
been
thinking
about
it
,
day
and
night
,
ever
since
my
aunt
had
astonished
me
.
‘
Is
your
heart
mine
still
,
dear
Dora
?
’
said
I
,
rapturously
,
for
I
knew
by
her
clinging
to
me
that
it
was
.
‘
Oh
,
yes
!
’
cried
Dora
.
‘
Oh
,
yes
,
it
’
s
all
yours
.
Oh
,
don
’
t
be
dreadful
!
’
I
dreadful
!
To
Dora
!
‘
Don
’
t
talk
about
being
poor
,
and
working
hard
!
’
said
Dora
,
nestling
closer
to
me
.
‘
Oh
,
don
’
t
,
don
’
t
!
’
‘
My
dearest
love
,
’
said
I
,
‘
the
crust
well
-
earned
—
—
’
‘
Oh
,
yes
;
but
I
don
’
t
want
to
hear
any
more
about
crusts
!
’
said
Dora
.
‘
And
Jip
must
have
a
mutton
-
chop
every
day
at
twelve
,
or
he
’
ll
die
.
’
I
was
charmed
with
her
childish
,
winning
way
.
I
fondly
explained
to
Dora
that
Jip
should
have
his
mutton
-
chop
with
his
accustomed
regularity
.
I
drew
a
picture
of
our
frugal
home
,
made
independent
by
my
labour
—
sketching
in
the
little
house
I
had
seen
at
Highgate
,
and
my
aunt
in
her
room
upstairs
.
‘
I
am
not
dreadful
now
,
Dora
?
’
said
I
,
tenderly
.
