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'
Your
cruel
commands
are
implicitly
to
be
obeyed
;
though
I
am
the
most
unfortunate
fellow
in
the
world
,
I
believe
,
to
have
been
insensible
to
all
other
women
,
and
to
have
fallen
prostrate
at
last
under
the
foot
of
the
most
beautiful
,
and
the
most
engaging
,
and
the
most
imperious
.
My
dearest
Louisa
,
I
can
not
go
myself
,
or
let
you
go
,
in
this
hard
abuse
of
your
power
.
'
Mrs.
Sparsit
saw
him
detain
her
with
his
encircling
arm
,
and
heard
him
then
and
there
,
within
her
(
Mrs.
Sparsit
's
)
greedy
hearing
,
tell
her
how
he
loved
her
,
and
how
she
was
the
stake
for
which
he
ardently
desired
to
play
away
all
that
he
had
in
life
.
The
objects
he
had
lately
pursued
,
turned
worthless
beside
her
;
such
success
as
was
almost
in
his
grasp
,
he
flung
away
from
him
like
the
dirt
it
was
,
compared
with
her
.
Its
pursuit
,
nevertheless
,
if
it
kept
him
near
her
,
or
its
renunciation
if
it
took
him
from
her
,
or
flight
if
she
shared
it
,
or
secrecy
if
she
commanded
it
,
or
any
fate
,
or
every
fate
,
all
was
alike
to
him
,
so
that
she
was
true
to
him
,
--
the
man
who
had
seen
how
cast
away
she
was
,
whom
she
had
inspired
at
their
first
meeting
with
an
admiration
,
an
interest
,
of
which
he
had
thought
himself
incapable
,
whom
she
had
received
into
her
confidence
,
who
was
devoted
to
her
and
adored
her
.
All
this
,
and
more
,
in
his
hurry
,
and
in
hers
,
in
the
whirl
of
her
own
gratified
malice
,
in
the
dread
of
being
discovered
,
in
the
rapidly
increasing
noise
of
heavy
rain
among
the
leaves
,
and
a
thunderstorm
rolling
up
--
Mrs.
Sparsit
received
into
her
mind
,
set
off
with
such
an
unavoidable
halo
of
confusion
and
indistinctness
,
that
when
at
length
he
climbed
the
fence
and
led
his
horse
away
,
she
was
not
sure
where
they
were
to
meet
,
or
when
,
except
that
they
had
said
it
was
to
be
that
night
.
But
one
of
them
yet
remained
in
the
darkness
before
her
;
and
while
she
tracked
that
one
she
must
be
right
.
'
Oh
,
my
dearest
love
,
'
thought
Mrs.
Sparsit
,
'
you
little
think
how
well
attended
you
are
!
'
Mrs.
Sparsit
saw
her
out
of
the
wood
,
and
saw
her
enter
the
house
.
What
to
do
next
?
It
rained
now
,
in
a
sheet
of
water
.
Mrs.
Sparsit
's
white
stockings
were
of
many
colours
,
green
predominating
;
prickly
things
were
in
her
shoes
;
caterpillars
slung
themselves
,
in
hammocks
of
their
own
making
,
from
various
parts
of
her
dress
;
rills
ran
from
her
bonnet
,
and
her
Roman
nose
.
In
such
condition
,
Mrs.
Sparsit
stood
hidden
in
the
density
of
the
shrubbery
,
considering
what
next
?
Lo
,
Louisa
coming
out
of
the
house
!
Hastily
cloaked
and
muffled
,
and
stealing
away
.
She
elopes
!
She
falls
from
the
lowermost
stair
,
and
is
swallowed
up
in
the
gulf
.
Indifferent
to
the
rain
,
and
moving
with
a
quick
determined
step
,
she
struck
into
a
side-path
parallel
with
the
ride
.
Mrs.
Sparsit
followed
in
the
shadow
of
the
trees
,
at
but
a
short
distance
;
for
it
was
not
easy
to
keep
a
figure
in
view
going
quickly
through
the
umbrageous
darkness
.
When
she
stopped
to
close
the
side-gate
without
noise
,
Mrs.
Sparsit
stopped
.
When
she
went
on
,
Mrs.
Sparsit
went
on
.
She
went
by
the
way
Mrs.
Sparsit
had
come
,
emerged
from
the
green
lane
,
crossed
the
stony
road
,
and
ascended
the
wooden
steps
to
the
railroad
.
A
train
for
Coketown
would
come
through
presently
,
Mrs.
Sparsit
knew
;
so
she
understood
Coketown
to
be
her
first
place
of
destination
.
In
Mrs.
