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We
agreed
that
it
should
be
carried
into
execution
,
and
that
Provis
should
never
recognize
us
if
we
came
below
Bridge
,
and
rowed
past
Mill
Pond
Bank
.
But
we
further
agreed
that
he
should
pull
down
the
blind
in
that
part
of
his
window
which
gave
upon
the
east
,
whenever
he
saw
us
and
all
was
right
.
Our
conference
being
now
ended
,
and
everything
arranged
,
I
rose
to
go
;
remarking
to
Herbert
that
he
and
I
had
better
not
go
home
together
,
and
that
I
would
take
half
an
hour
’
s
start
of
him
.
"
I
don
’
t
like
to
leave
you
here
,
"
I
said
to
Provis
,
"
though
I
cannot
doubt
your
being
safer
here
than
near
me
.
Good
by
!
"
"
Dear
boy
,
"
he
answered
,
clasping
my
hands
,
"
I
don
’
t
know
when
we
may
meet
again
,
and
I
don
’
t
like
good
by
.
Say
good
night
!
"
"
Good
night
!
Herbert
will
go
regularly
between
us
,
and
when
the
time
comes
you
may
be
certain
I
shall
be
ready
.
Good
night
,
good
night
!
"
We
thought
it
best
that
he
should
stay
in
his
own
rooms
;
and
we
left
him
on
the
landing
outside
his
door
,
holding
a
light
over
the
stair
-
rail
to
light
us
down
stairs
.
Looking
back
at
him
,
I
thought
of
the
first
night
of
his
return
,
when
our
positions
were
reversed
,
and
when
I
little
supposed
my
heart
could
ever
be
as
heavy
and
anxious
at
parting
from
him
as
it
was
now
.
Old
Barley
was
growling
and
swearing
when
we
repassed
his
door
,
with
no
appearance
of
having
ceased
or
of
meaning
to
cease
.
When
we
got
to
the
foot
of
the
stairs
,
I
asked
Herbert
whether
he
had
preserved
the
name
of
Provis
.
He
replied
,
certainly
not
,
and
that
the
lodger
was
Mr
.
Campbell
.
He
also
explained
that
the
utmost
known
of
Mr
.
Campbell
there
was
,
that
he
(
Herbert
)
had
Mr
.
Campbell
consigned
to
him
,
and
felt
a
strong
personal
interest
in
his
being
well
cared
for
,
and
living
a
secluded
life
.
So
,
when
we
went
into
the
parlor
where
Mrs
.
Whimple
and
Clara
were
seated
at
work
,
I
said
nothing
of
my
own
interest
in
Mr
.
Campbell
,
but
kept
it
to
myself
.
When
I
had
taken
leave
of
the
pretty
,
gentle
,
dark
-
eyed
girl
,
and
of
the
motherly
woman
who
had
not
outlived
her
honest
sympathy
with
a
little
affair
of
true
love
,
I
felt
as
if
the
Old
Green
Copper
Ropewalk
had
grown
quite
a
different
place
.
Old
Barley
might
be
as
old
as
the
hills
,
and
might
swear
like
a
whole
field
of
troopers
,
but
there
were
redeeming
youth
and
trust
and
hope
enough
in
Chinks
’
s
Basin
to
fill
it
to
overflowing
.
And
then
I
thought
of
Estella
,
and
of
our
parting
,
and
went
home
very
sadly
.
All
things
were
as
quiet
in
the
Temple
as
ever
I
had
seen
them
.
The
windows
of
the
rooms
on
that
side
,
lately
occupied
by
Provis
,
were
dark
and
still
,
and
there
was
no
lounger
in
Garden
Court
.
I
walked
past
the
fountain
twice
or
thrice
before
I
descended
the
steps
that
were
between
me
and
my
rooms
,
but
I
was
quite
alone
.
Herbert
,
coming
to
my
bedside
when
he
came
in
—
for
I
went
straight
to
bed
,
dispirited
and
fatigued
—
made
the
same
report
.
Opening
one
of
the
windows
after
that
,
he
looked
out
into
the
moonlight
,
and
told
me
that
the
pavement
was
a
solemnly
empty
as
the
pavement
of
any
cathedral
at
that
same
hour
.
