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Her

head

was

bent

down

,

looking

at

the

fire

.

‘

It

’

s

the

old

story

,

’

said

I

.

‘

Don

’

t

laugh

,

when

I

say

it

was

always

the

same

in

little

things

as

it

is

in

greater

ones

.

My

old

troubles

were

nonsense

,

and

now

they

are

serious

;

but

whenever

I

have

gone

away

from

my

adopted

sister

—

’

Agnes

looked

up

—

with

such

a

Heavenly

face

!

—

and

gave

me

her

hand

,

which

I

kissed

.

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‘

Whenever

I

have

not

had

you

,

Agnes

,

to

advise

and

approve

in

the

beginning

,

I

have

seemed

to

go

wild

,

and

to

get

into

all

sorts

of

difficulty

.

When

I

have

come

to

you

,

at

last

(

as

I

have

always

done

)

,

I

have

come

to

peace

and

happiness

.

I

come

home

,

now

,

like

a

tired

traveller

,

and

find

such

a

blessed

sense

of

rest

!

’

I

felt

so

deeply

what

I

said

,

it

affected

me

so

sincerely

,

that

my

voice

failed

,

and

I

covered

my

face

with

my

hand

,

and

broke

into

tears

.

I

write

the

truth

.

Whatever

contradictions

and

inconsistencies

there

were

within

me

,

as

there

are

within

so

many

of

us

;

whatever

might

have

been

so

different

,

and

so

much

better

;

whatever

I

had

done

,

in

which

I

had

perversely

wandered

away

from

the

voice

of

my

own

heart

;

I

knew

nothing

of

.

I

only

knew

that

I

was

fervently

in

earnest

,

when

I

felt

the

rest

and

peace

of

having

Agnes

near

me

.

In

her

placid

sisterly

manner

;

with

her

beaming

eyes

;

with

her

tender

voice

;

and

with

that

sweet

composure

,

which

had

long

ago

made

the

house

that

held

her

quite

a

sacred

place

to

me

;

she

soon

won

me

from

this

weakness

,

and

led

me

on

to

tell

all

that

had

happened

since

our

last

meeting

.

‘

And

there

is

not

another

word

to

tell

,

Agnes

,

’

said

I

,

when

I

had

made

an

end

of

my

confidence

.

‘

Now

,

my

reliance

is

on

you

.

’

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‘

But

it

must

not

be

on

me

,

Trotwood

,

’

returned

Agnes

,

with

a

pleasant

smile

.

‘

It

must

be

on

someone

else

.

’

‘

On

Dora

?

’

said

I

.

‘

Assuredly

.

’

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