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‘
With
Pet
?
’
repeated
Mr
Meagles
in
his
injured
vein
.
Pet
,
however
,
being
close
behind
him
,
touched
him
on
the
shoulder
,
and
Mr
Meagles
immediately
forgave
Marseilles
from
the
bottom
of
his
heart
.
Pet
was
about
twenty
.
A
fair
girl
with
rich
brown
hair
hanging
free
in
natural
ringlets
.
A
lovely
girl
,
with
a
frank
face
,
and
wonderful
eyes
;
so
large
,
so
soft
,
so
bright
,
set
to
such
perfection
in
her
kind
good
head
.
She
was
round
and
fresh
and
dimpled
and
spoilt
,
and
there
was
in
Pet
an
air
of
timidity
and
dependence
which
was
the
best
weakness
in
the
world
,
and
gave
her
the
only
crowning
charm
a
girl
so
pretty
and
pleasant
could
have
been
without
.
‘
Now
,
I
ask
you
,
’
said
Mr
Meagles
in
the
blandest
confidence
,
falling
back
a
step
himself
,
and
handing
his
daughter
a
step
forward
to
illustrate
his
question
:
‘
I
ask
you
simply
,
as
between
man
and
man
,
you
know
,
DID
you
ever
hear
of
such
damned
nonsense
as
putting
Pet
in
quarantine
?
’
‘
It
has
had
the
result
of
making
even
quarantine
enjoyable
.
’
‘
Come
!
’
said
Mr
Meagles
,
‘
that
’
s
something
to
be
sure
.
I
am
obliged
to
you
for
that
remark
.
Now
,
Pet
,
my
darling
,
you
had
better
go
along
with
Mother
and
get
ready
for
the
boat
.
The
officer
of
health
,
and
a
variety
of
humbugs
in
cocked
hats
,
are
coming
off
to
let
us
out
of
this
at
last
:
and
all
we
jail
-
birds
are
to
breakfast
together
in
something
approaching
to
a
Christian
style
again
,
before
we
take
wing
for
our
different
destinations
.
Tattycoram
,
stick
you
close
to
your
young
mistress
.
’
He
spoke
to
a
handsome
girl
with
lustrous
dark
hair
and
eyes
,
and
very
neatly
dressed
,
who
replied
with
a
half
curtsey
as
she
passed
off
in
the
train
of
Mrs
Meagles
and
Pet
.
They
crossed
the
bare
scorched
terrace
all
three
together
,
and
disappeared
through
a
staring
white
archway
.
Mr
Meagles
’
s
companion
,
a
grave
dark
man
of
forty
,
still
stood
looking
towards
this
archway
after
they
were
gone
;
until
Mr
Meagles
tapped
him
on
the
arm
.
‘
I
beg
your
pardon
,
’
said
he
,
starting
.
‘
Not
at
all
,
’
said
Mr
Meagles
.
