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I
found
Agnes
alone
.
The
little
girls
had
gone
to
their
own
homes
now
,
and
she
was
alone
by
the
fire
,
reading
.
She
put
down
her
book
on
seeing
me
come
in
;
and
having
welcomed
me
as
usual
,
took
her
work
-
basket
and
sat
in
one
of
the
old
-
fashioned
windows
.
I
sat
beside
her
on
the
window
-
seat
,
and
we
talked
of
what
I
was
doing
,
and
when
it
would
be
done
,
and
of
the
progress
I
had
made
since
my
last
visit
.
Agnes
was
very
cheerful
;
and
laughingly
predicted
that
I
should
soon
become
too
famous
to
be
talked
to
,
on
such
subjects
.
‘
So
I
make
the
most
of
the
present
time
,
you
see
,
’
said
Agnes
,
‘
and
talk
to
you
while
I
may
.
’
As
I
looked
at
her
beautiful
face
,
observant
of
her
work
,
she
raised
her
mild
clear
eyes
,
and
saw
that
I
was
looking
at
her
.
‘
You
are
thoughtful
today
,
Trotwood
!
’
‘
Agnes
,
shall
I
tell
you
what
about
?
I
came
to
tell
you
.
’
She
put
aside
her
work
,
as
she
was
used
to
do
when
we
were
seriously
discussing
anything
;
and
gave
me
her
whole
attention
.
‘
My
dear
Agnes
,
do
you
doubt
my
being
true
to
you
?
’
‘
No
!
’
she
answered
,
with
a
look
of
astonishment
.
