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‘
Then
,
I
have
got
it
,
boy
!
’
said
Mr
.
Dick
.
The
sudden
exultation
with
which
he
slapped
me
on
the
knee
,
and
leaned
back
in
his
chair
,
with
his
eyebrows
lifted
up
as
high
as
he
could
possibly
lift
them
,
made
me
think
him
farther
out
of
his
wits
than
ever
.
He
became
as
suddenly
grave
again
,
and
leaning
forward
as
before
,
said
—
first
respectfully
taking
out
his
pocket
-
handkerchief
,
as
if
it
really
did
represent
my
aunt
:
‘
Most
wonderful
woman
in
the
world
,
Trotwood
.
Why
has
she
done
nothing
to
set
things
right
?
’
‘
Too
delicate
and
difficult
a
subject
for
such
interference
,
’
I
replied
.
‘
Fine
scholar
,
’
said
Mr
.
Dick
,
touching
me
with
his
finger
.
‘
Why
has
HE
done
nothing
?
’
‘
For
the
same
reason
,
’
I
returned
.
‘
Then
,
I
have
got
it
,
boy
!
’
said
Mr
.
Dick
.
And
he
stood
up
before
me
,
more
exultingly
than
before
,
nodding
his
head
,
and
striking
himself
repeatedly
upon
the
breast
,
until
one
might
have
supposed
that
he
had
nearly
nodded
and
struck
all
the
breath
out
of
his
body
.
‘
A
poor
fellow
with
a
craze
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Dick
,
‘
a
simpleton
,
a
weak
-
minded
person
—
present
company
,
you
know
!
’
striking
himself
again
,
‘
may
do
what
wonderful
people
may
not
do
.
I
’
ll
bring
them
together
,
boy
.
I
’
ll
try
.
They
’
ll
not
blame
me
.
They
’
ll
not
object
to
me
.
They
’
ll
not
mind
what
I
do
,
if
it
’
s
wrong
.
I
’
m
only
Mr
.
Dick
.
And
who
minds
Dick
?
Dick
’
s
nobody
!
Whoo
!
’
He
blew
a
slight
,
contemptuous
breath
,
as
if
he
blew
himself
away
.
It
was
fortunate
he
had
proceeded
so
far
with
his
mystery
,
for
we
heard
the
coach
stop
at
the
little
garden
gate
,
which
brought
my
aunt
and
Dora
home
.
