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She
was
pleased
,
but
answered
,
‘
Tut
,
Trot
;
My
old
bones
would
have
kept
till
tomorrow
!
’
and
softly
patted
my
hand
again
,
as
I
sat
looking
thoughtfully
at
the
fire
.
Thoughtfully
,
for
I
could
not
be
here
once
more
,
and
so
near
Agnes
,
without
the
revival
of
those
regrets
with
which
I
had
so
long
been
occupied
.
Softened
regrets
they
might
be
,
teaching
me
what
I
had
failed
to
learn
when
my
younger
life
was
all
before
me
,
but
not
the
less
regrets
.
‘
Oh
,
Trot
,
’
I
seemed
to
hear
my
aunt
say
once
more
;
and
I
understood
her
better
now
—
‘
Blind
,
blind
,
blind
!
’
We
both
kept
silence
for
some
minutes
.
When
I
raised
my
eyes
,
I
found
that
she
was
steadily
observant
of
me
.
Perhaps
she
had
followed
the
current
of
my
mind
;
for
it
seemed
to
me
an
easy
one
to
track
now
,
wilful
as
it
had
been
once
.
‘
You
will
find
her
father
a
white
-
haired
old
man
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
‘
though
a
better
man
in
all
other
respects
—
a
reclaimed
man
.
Neither
will
you
find
him
measuring
all
human
interests
,
and
joys
,
and
sorrows
,
with
his
one
poor
little
inch
-
rule
now
.
Trust
me
,
child
,
such
things
must
shrink
very
much
,
before
they
can
be
measured
off
in
that
way
.
’
‘
Indeed
they
must
,
’
said
I
.
‘
You
will
find
her
,
’
pursued
my
aunt
,
‘
as
good
,
as
beautiful
,
as
earnest
,
as
disinterested
,
as
she
has
always
been
.
If
I
knew
higher
praise
,
Trot
,
I
would
bestow
it
on
her
.
’
There
was
no
higher
praise
for
her
;
no
higher
reproach
for
me
.
Oh
,
how
had
I
strayed
so
far
away
!
‘
If
she
trains
the
young
girls
whom
she
has
about
her
,
to
be
like
herself
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
earnest
even
to
the
filling
of
her
eyes
with
tears
,
‘
Heaven
knows
,
her
life
will
be
well
employed
!
Useful
and
happy
,
as
she
said
that
day
!
How
could
she
be
otherwise
than
useful
and
happy
!
’
‘
Has
Agnes
any
—
—
’
I
was
thinking
aloud
,
rather
than
speaking
.
