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‘
There
has
been
no
change
at
home
,
’
said
Agnes
,
after
a
few
moments
.
‘
No
fresh
reference
,
’
said
I
,
‘
to
—
I
wouldn
’
t
distress
you
,
Agnes
,
but
I
cannot
help
asking
—
to
what
we
spoke
of
,
when
we
parted
last
?
’
‘
No
,
none
,
’
she
answered
.
‘
I
have
thought
so
much
about
it
.
’
‘
You
must
think
less
about
it
.
Remember
that
I
confide
in
simple
love
and
truth
at
last
.
Have
no
apprehensions
for
me
,
Trotwood
,
’
she
added
,
after
a
moment
;
‘
the
step
you
dread
my
taking
,
I
shall
never
take
.
’
Although
I
think
I
had
never
really
feared
it
,
in
any
season
of
cool
reflection
,
it
was
an
unspeakable
relief
to
me
to
have
this
assurance
from
her
own
truthful
lips
.
I
told
her
so
,
earnestly
.
‘
And
when
this
visit
is
over
,
’
said
I
,
—
‘
for
we
may
not
be
alone
another
time
,
—
how
long
is
it
likely
to
be
,
my
dear
Agnes
,
before
you
come
to
London
again
?
’
‘
Probably
a
long
time
,
’
she
replied
;
‘
I
think
it
will
be
best
—
for
papa
’
s
sake
—
to
remain
at
home
.
We
are
not
likely
to
meet
often
,
for
some
time
to
come
;
but
I
shall
be
a
good
correspondent
of
Dora
’
s
,
and
we
shall
frequently
hear
of
one
another
that
way
.
’
We
were
now
within
the
little
courtyard
of
the
Doctor
’
s
cottage
.
It
was
growing
late
.
There
was
a
light
in
the
window
of
Mrs
.
Strong
’
s
chamber
,
and
Agnes
,
pointing
to
it
,
bade
me
good
night
.
