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Would
he
never
,
never
come
?
How
long
was
I
to
bear
this
?
How
long
could
I
bear
it
?
‘
Oh
me
,
oh
me
!
’
exclaimed
the
wretched
Emily
,
in
a
tone
that
might
have
touched
the
hardest
heart
,
I
should
have
thought
;
but
there
was
no
relenting
in
Rosa
Dartle
’
s
smile
.
‘
What
,
what
,
shall
I
do
!
’
‘
Do
?
’
returned
the
other
.
‘
Live
happy
in
your
own
reflections
!
Consecrate
your
existence
to
the
recollection
of
James
Steerforth
’
s
tenderness
—
he
would
have
made
you
his
serving
-
man
’
s
wife
,
would
he
not
?
—
or
to
feeling
grateful
to
the
upright
and
deserving
creature
who
would
have
taken
you
as
his
gift
.
Or
,
if
those
proud
remembrances
,
and
the
consciousness
of
your
own
virtues
,
and
the
honourable
position
to
which
they
have
raised
you
in
the
eyes
of
everything
that
wears
the
human
shape
,
will
not
sustain
you
,
marry
that
good
man
,
and
be
happy
in
his
condescension
.
If
this
will
not
do
either
,
die
!
There
are
doorways
and
dust
-
heaps
for
such
deaths
,
and
such
despair
—
find
one
,
and
take
your
flight
to
Heaven
!
’
I
heard
a
distant
foot
upon
the
stairs
.
I
knew
it
,
I
was
certain
.
It
was
his
,
thank
God
!
She
moved
slowly
from
before
the
door
when
she
said
this
,
and
passed
out
of
my
sight
.
‘
But
mark
!
’
she
added
,
slowly
and
sternly
,
opening
the
other
door
to
go
away
,
‘
I
am
resolved
,
for
reasons
that
I
have
and
hatreds
that
I
entertain
,
to
cast
you
out
,
unless
you
withdraw
from
my
reach
altogether
,
or
drop
your
pretty
mask
This
is
what
I
had
to
say
;
and
what
I
say
,
I
mean
to
do
!
’
The
foot
upon
the
stairs
came
nearer
—
nearer
—
passed
her
as
she
went
down
—
rushed
into
the
room
!
‘
Uncle
!
’
A
fearful
cry
followed
the
word
.
I
paused
a
moment
,
and
looking
in
,
saw
him
supporting
her
insensible
figure
in
his
arms
.
He
gazed
for
a
few
seconds
in
the
face
;
then
stooped
to
kiss
it
—
oh
,
how
tenderly
!
—
and
drew
a
handkerchief
before
it
.
‘
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
’
he
said
,
in
a
low
tremulous
voice
,
when
it
was
covered
,
‘
I
thank
my
Heav
’
nly
Father
as
my
dream
’
s
come
true
!
I
thank
Him
hearty
for
having
guided
of
me
,
in
His
own
ways
,
to
my
darling
!
’
