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O
,
we
were
happy
,
we
were
happy
!
Our
tears
were
not
for
the
trials
(
hers
so
much
the
greater
)
through
which
we
had
come
to
be
thus
,
but
for
the
rapture
of
being
thus
,
never
to
be
divided
more
!
We
walked
,
that
winter
evening
,
in
the
fields
together
;
and
the
blessed
calm
within
us
seemed
to
be
partaken
by
the
frosty
air
.
The
early
stars
began
to
shine
while
we
were
lingering
on
,
and
looking
up
to
them
,
we
thanked
our
GOD
for
having
guided
us
to
this
tranquillity
.
We
stood
together
in
the
same
old
-
fashioned
window
at
night
,
when
the
moon
was
shining
;
Agnes
with
her
quiet
eyes
raised
up
to
it
;
I
following
her
glance
.
Long
miles
of
road
then
opened
out
before
my
mind
;
and
,
toiling
on
,
I
saw
a
ragged
way
-
worn
boy
,
forsaken
and
neglected
,
who
should
come
to
call
even
the
heart
now
beating
against
mine
,
his
own
.
It
was
nearly
dinner
-
time
next
day
when
we
appeared
before
my
aunt
.
She
was
up
in
my
study
,
Peggotty
said
:
which
it
was
her
pride
to
keep
in
readiness
and
order
for
me
.
We
found
her
,
in
her
spectacles
,
sitting
by
the
fire
.
‘
Goodness
me
!
’
said
my
aunt
,
peering
through
the
dusk
,
‘
who
’
s
this
you
’
re
bringing
home
?
’
‘
Agnes
,
’
said
I
.
As
we
had
arranged
to
say
nothing
at
first
,
my
aunt
was
not
a
little
discomfited
.
She
darted
a
hopeful
glance
at
me
,
when
I
said
‘
Agnes
’
;
but
seeing
that
I
looked
as
usual
,
she
took
off
her
spectacles
in
despair
,
and
rubbed
her
nose
with
them
.
She
greeted
Agnes
heartily
,
nevertheless
;
and
we
were
soon
in
the
lighted
parlour
downstairs
,
at
dinner
.
My
aunt
put
on
her
spectacles
twice
or
thrice
,
to
take
another
look
at
me
,
but
as
often
took
them
off
again
,
disappointed
,
and
rubbed
her
nose
with
them
.
Much
to
the
discomfiture
of
Mr
.
Dick
,
who
knew
this
to
be
a
bad
symptom
.
‘
By
the
by
,
aunt
,
’
said
I
,
after
dinner
;
‘
I
have
been
speaking
to
Agnes
about
what
you
told
me
.
’
