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'
My
dear
child
,
'
said
Harthouse
;
Mrs.
Sparsit
saw
with
delight
that
his
arm
embraced
her
;
'
will
you
not
bear
with
my
society
for
a
little
while
?
'
'
Not
here
.
'
'
Where
,
Louisa
?
'
Not
here
.
'
'
But
we
have
so
little
time
to
make
so
much
of
,
and
I
have
come
so
far
,
and
am
altogether
so
devoted
,
and
distracted
.
There
never
was
a
slave
at
once
so
devoted
and
ill-used
by
his
mistress
.
To
look
for
your
sunny
welcome
that
has
warmed
me
into
life
,
and
to
be
received
in
your
frozen
manner
,
is
heart-rending
.
'
'
Am
I
to
say
again
,
that
I
must
be
left
to
myself
here
?
'
'
But
we
must
meet
,
my
dear
Louisa
.
Where
shall
we
meet
?
'
They
both
started
.
The
listener
started
,
guiltily
,
too
;
for
she
thought
there
was
another
listener
among
the
trees
.
It
was
only
rain
,
beginning
to
fall
fast
,
in
heavy
drops
.
'
Shall
I
ride
up
to
the
house
a
few
minutes
hence
,
innocently
supposing
that
its
master
is
at
home
and
will
be
charmed
to
receive
me
?
'
'
No
!
'
