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'
To
relieve
you
from
needless
apprehension
--
and
as
this
confidence
regarding
your
brother
,
which
I
prize
I
am
sure
above
all
possible
things
,
has
been
established
between
us
--
I
obey
.
I
can
not
forgive
him
for
not
being
more
sensible
in
every
word
,
look
,
and
act
of
his
life
,
of
the
affection
of
his
best
friend
;
of
the
devotion
of
his
best
friend
;
of
her
unselfishness
;
of
her
sacrifice
.
The
return
he
makes
her
,
within
my
observation
,
is
a
very
poor
one
.
What
she
has
done
for
him
demands
his
constant
love
and
gratitude
,
not
his
ill-humour
and
caprice
.
Careless
fellow
as
I
am
,
I
am
not
so
indifferent
,
Mrs.
Bounderby
,
as
to
be
regardless
of
this
vice
in
your
brother
,
or
inclined
to
consider
it
a
venial
offence
.
'
The
wood
floated
before
her
,
for
her
eyes
were
suffused
with
tears
.
They
rose
from
a
deep
well
,
long
concealed
,
and
her
heart
was
filled
with
acute
pain
that
found
no
relief
in
them
.
'
In
a
word
,
it
is
to
correct
your
brother
in
this
,
Mrs.
Bounderby
,
that
I
must
aspire
.
My
better
knowledge
of
his
circumstances
,
and
my
direction
and
advice
in
extricating
them
--
rather
valuable
,
I
hope
,
as
coming
from
a
scapegrace
on
a
much
larger
scale
--
will
give
me
some
influence
over
him
,
and
all
I
gain
I
shall
certainly
use
towards
this
end
.
I
have
said
enough
,
and
more
than
enough
.
I
seem
to
be
protesting
that
I
am
a
sort
of
good
fellow
,
when
,
upon
my
honour
,
I
have
not
the
least
intention
to
make
any
protestation
to
that
effect
,
and
openly
announce
that
I
am
nothing
of
the
sort
.
Yonder
,
among
the
trees
,
'
he
added
,
having
lifted
up
his
eyes
and
looked
about
;
for
he
had
watched
her
closely
until
now
;
'
is
your
brother
himself
;
no
doubt
,
just
come
down
.
As
he
seems
to
be
loitering
in
this
direction
,
it
may
be
as
well
,
perhaps
,
to
walk
towards
him
,
and
throw
ourselves
in
his
way
.
He
has
been
very
silent
and
doleful
of
late
.
Perhaps
,
his
brotherly
conscience
is
touched
--
if
there
are
such
things
as
consciences
.
Though
,
upon
my
honour
,
I
hear
of
them
much
too
often
to
believe
in
them
.
'
He
assisted
her
to
rise
,
and
she
took
his
arm
,
and
they
advanced
to
meet
the
whelp
.
He
was
idly
beating
the
branches
as
he
lounged
along
:
or
he
stooped
viciously
to
rip
the
moss
from
the
trees
with
his
stick
.
He
was
startled
when
they
came
upon
him
while
he
was
engaged
in
this
latter
pastime
,
and
his
colour
changed
.
'
Halloa
!
'
he
stammered
;
'
I
did
n't
know
you
were
here
.
'
'
Whose
name
,
Tom
,
'
said
Mr.
Harthouse
,
putting
his
hand
upon
his
shoulder
and
turning
him
,
so
that
they
all
three
walked
towards
the
house
together
,
'
have
you
been
carving
on
the
trees
?
'
'
Whose
name
?
'
returned
Tom
.
'
Oh
!
You
mean
what
girl
's
name
?
'
'
You
have
a
suspicious
appearance
of
inscribing
some
fair
creature
's
on
the
bark
,
Tom
.
'
