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‘
Then
,
Trot
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
turning
scarlet
,
‘
you
did
wrong
,
and
broke
your
promise
.
’
‘
You
are
not
angry
,
aunt
,
I
trust
?
I
am
sure
you
won
’
t
be
,
when
you
learn
that
Agnes
is
not
unhappy
in
any
attachment
.
’
‘
Stuff
and
nonsense
!
’
said
my
aunt
.
As
my
aunt
appeared
to
be
annoyed
,
I
thought
the
best
way
was
to
cut
her
annoyance
short
.
I
took
Agnes
in
my
arm
to
the
back
of
her
chair
,
and
we
both
leaned
over
her
.
My
aunt
,
with
one
clap
of
her
hands
,
and
one
look
through
her
spectacles
,
immediately
went
into
hysterics
,
for
the
first
and
only
time
in
all
my
knowledge
of
her
.
The
hysterics
called
up
Peggotty
.
The
moment
my
aunt
was
restored
,
she
flew
at
Peggotty
,
and
calling
her
a
silly
old
creature
,
hugged
her
with
all
her
might
.
After
that
,
she
hugged
Mr
.
Dick
(
who
was
highly
honoured
,
but
a
good
deal
surprised
)
;
and
after
that
,
told
them
why
.
Then
,
we
were
all
happy
together
.
I
could
not
discover
whether
my
aunt
,
in
her
last
short
conversation
with
me
,
had
fallen
on
a
pious
fraud
,
or
had
really
mistaken
the
state
of
my
mind
.
It
was
quite
enough
,
she
said
,
that
she
had
told
me
Agnes
was
going
to
be
married
;
and
that
I
now
knew
better
than
anyone
how
true
it
was
.
We
were
married
within
a
fortnight
.
Traddles
and
Sophy
,
and
Doctor
and
Mrs
.
Strong
,
were
the
only
guests
at
our
quiet
wedding
.
We
left
them
full
of
joy
;
and
drove
away
together
.
Clasped
in
my
embrace
,
I
held
the
source
of
every
worthy
aspiration
I
had
ever
had
;
the
centre
of
myself
,
the
circle
of
my
life
,
my
own
,
my
wife
;
my
love
of
whom
was
founded
on
a
rock
!
‘
Dearest
husband
!
’
said
Agnes
.
‘
Now
that
I
may
call
you
by
that
name
,
I
have
one
thing
more
to
tell
you
’
