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'
He
seemed
to
me
an
honest
man
.
'
'
Another
person
may
seem
to
you
dishonest
,
and
yet
not
be
so
.
'
There
was
a
pause
,
for
he
had
hesitated
and
stopped
.
'
In
short
,
'
resumed
Tom
,
as
if
he
had
made
up
his
mind
,
'
if
you
come
to
that
,
perhaps
I
was
so
far
from
being
altogether
in
his
favour
,
that
I
took
him
outside
the
door
to
tell
him
quietly
,
that
I
thought
he
might
consider
himself
very
well
off
to
get
such
a
windfall
as
he
had
got
from
my
sister
,
and
that
I
hoped
he
would
make
good
use
of
it
.
You
remember
whether
I
took
him
out
or
not
.
I
say
nothing
against
the
man
;
he
may
be
a
very
good
fellow
,
for
anything
I
know
;
I
hope
he
is
.
'
'
Was
he
offended
by
what
you
said
?
'
'
No
,
he
took
it
pretty
well
;
he
was
civil
enough
.
Where
are
you
,
Loo
?
'
He
sat
up
in
bed
and
kissed
her
.
'
Good
night
,
my
dear
,
good
night
.
'
'
You
have
nothing
more
to
tell
me
?
'
'
No
.
What
should
I
have
?
You
would
n't
have
me
tell
you
a
lie
!
'
'
I
would
n't
have
you
do
that
to-night
,
Tom
,
of
all
the
nights
in
your
life
;
many
and
much
happier
as
I
hope
they
will
be
.
'
'
Thank
you
,
my
dear
Loo
.
I
am
so
tired
,
that
I
am
sure
I
wonder
I
do
n't
say
anything
to
get
to
sleep
.
Go
to
bed
,
go
to
bed
.
'
