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‘
I
think
she
might
have
improved
me
,
and
I
think
I
might
have
learned
from
her
,
’
said
Dora
.
‘
All
in
good
time
,
my
love
.
Agnes
has
had
her
father
to
take
care
of
for
these
many
years
,
you
should
remember
.
Even
when
she
was
quite
a
child
,
she
was
the
Agnes
whom
we
know
,
’
said
I
.
‘
Will
you
call
me
a
name
I
want
you
to
call
me
?
’
inquired
Dora
,
without
moving
.
‘
What
is
it
?
’
I
asked
with
a
smile
.
‘
It
’
s
a
stupid
name
,
’
she
said
,
shaking
her
curls
for
a
moment
.
‘
Child
-
wife
.
’
I
laughingly
asked
my
child
-
wife
what
her
fancy
was
in
desiring
to
be
so
called
.
She
answered
without
moving
,
otherwise
than
as
the
arm
I
twined
about
her
may
have
brought
her
blue
eyes
nearer
to
me
:
‘
I
don
’
t
mean
,
you
silly
fellow
,
that
you
should
use
the
name
instead
of
Dora
.
I
only
mean
that
you
should
think
of
me
that
way
.
When
you
are
going
to
be
angry
with
me
,
say
to
yourself
,
“
it
’
s
only
my
child
-
wife
!
”
When
I
am
very
disappointing
,
say
,
“
I
knew
,
a
long
time
ago
,
that
she
would
make
but
a
child
-
wife
!
”
When
you
miss
what
I
should
like
to
be
,
and
I
think
can
never
be
,
say
,
“
still
my
foolish
child
-
wife
loves
me
!
”
For
indeed
I
do
.
’
I
had
not
been
serious
with
her
;
having
no
idea
until
now
,
that
she
was
serious
herself
.
But
her
affectionate
nature
was
so
happy
in
what
I
now
said
to
her
with
my
whole
heart
,
that
her
face
became
a
laughing
one
before
her
glittering
eyes
were
dry
.
She
was
soon
my
child
-
wife
indeed
;
sitting
down
on
the
floor
outside
the
Chinese
House
,
ringing
all
the
little
bells
one
after
another
,
to
punish
Jip
for
his
recent
bad
behaviour
;
while
Jip
lay
blinking
in
the
doorway
with
his
head
out
,
even
too
lazy
to
be
teased
.
This
appeal
of
Dora
’
s
made
a
strong
impression
on
me
.
I
look
back
on
the
time
I
write
of
;
I
invoke
the
innocent
figure
that
I
dearly
loved
,
to
come
out
from
the
mists
and
shadows
of
the
past
,
and
turn
its
gentle
head
towards
me
once
again
;
and
I
can
still
declare
that
this
one
little
speech
was
constantly
in
my
memory
.
I
may
not
have
used
it
to
the
best
account
;
I
was
young
and
inexperienced
;
but
I
never
turned
a
deaf
ear
to
its
artless
pleading
.
