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‘
Don
’
t
cry
!
Is
my
chair
there
?
’
‘
In
its
old
place
.
’
‘
Oh
,
how
my
poor
boy
cries
!
Hush
,
hush
!
Now
,
make
me
one
promise
.
I
want
to
speak
to
Agnes
.
When
you
go
downstairs
,
tell
Agnes
so
,
and
send
her
up
to
me
;
and
while
I
speak
to
her
,
let
no
one
come
—
not
even
aunt
.
I
want
to
speak
to
Agnes
by
herself
.
I
want
to
speak
to
Agnes
,
quite
alone
.
’
I
promise
that
she
shall
,
immediately
;
but
I
cannot
leave
her
,
for
my
grief
.
‘
I
said
that
it
was
better
as
it
is
!
’
she
whispers
,
as
she
holds
me
in
her
arms
.
‘
Oh
,
Doady
,
after
more
years
,
you
never
could
have
loved
your
child
-
wife
better
than
you
do
;
and
,
after
more
years
,
she
would
so
have
tried
and
disappointed
you
,
that
you
might
not
have
been
able
to
love
her
half
so
well
!
I
know
I
was
too
young
and
foolish
.
It
is
much
better
as
it
is
!
’
Agnes
is
downstairs
,
when
I
go
into
the
parlour
;
and
I
give
her
the
message
.
She
disappears
,
leaving
me
alone
with
Jip
.
His
Chinese
house
is
by
the
fire
;
and
he
lies
within
it
,
on
his
bed
of
flannel
,
querulously
trying
to
sleep
.
The
bright
moon
is
high
and
clear
.
As
I
look
out
on
the
night
,
my
tears
fall
fast
,
and
my
undisciplined
heart
is
chastened
heavily
—
heavily
.
I
sit
down
by
the
fire
,
thinking
with
a
blind
remorse
of
all
those
secret
feelings
I
have
nourished
since
my
marriage
.
I
think
of
every
little
trifle
between
me
and
Dora
,
and
feel
the
truth
,
that
trifles
make
the
sum
of
life
.
Ever
rising
from
the
sea
of
my
remembrance
,
is
the
image
of
the
dear
child
as
I
knew
her
first
,
graced
by
my
young
love
,
and
by
her
own
,
with
every
fascination
wherein
such
love
is
rich
.
Would
it
,
indeed
,
have
been
better
if
we
had
loved
each
other
as
a
boy
and
a
girl
,
and
forgotten
it
?
Undisciplined
heart
,
reply
!
How
the
time
wears
,
I
know
not
;
until
I
am
recalled
by
my
child
-
wife
’
s
old
companion
.
More
restless
than
he
was
,
he
crawls
out
of
his
house
,
and
looks
at
me
,
and
wanders
to
the
door
,
and
whines
to
go
upstairs
