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An
impatient
glance
from
Tattycoram
seemed
,
as
Clennam
saw
it
,
to
answer
‘
With
my
eyes
!
’
But
her
only
answer
in
words
was
:
‘
I
met
her
near
the
church
.
’
‘
What
was
she
doing
there
I
wonder
!
’
said
Mr
Meagles
.
‘
Not
going
to
it
,
I
should
think
.
’
‘
She
had
written
to
me
first
,
’
said
Tattycoram
.
‘
Oh
,
Tatty
!
’
murmured
her
mistress
,
‘
take
your
hands
away
.
I
feel
as
if
some
one
else
was
touching
me
!
’
She
said
it
in
a
quick
involuntary
way
,
but
half
playfully
,
and
not
more
petulantly
or
disagreeably
than
a
favourite
child
might
have
done
,
who
laughed
next
moment
.
Tattycoram
set
her
full
red
lips
together
,
and
crossed
her
arms
upon
her
bosom
.
‘
Did
you
wish
to
know
,
sir
,
’
she
said
,
looking
at
Mr
Meagles
,
‘
what
Miss
Wade
wrote
to
me
about
?
’
‘
Well
,
Tattycoram
,
’
returned
Mr
Meagles
,
‘
since
you
ask
the
question
,
and
we
are
all
friends
here
,
perhaps
you
may
as
well
mention
it
,
if
you
are
so
inclined
.
’
‘
She
knew
,
when
we
were
travelling
,
where
you
lived
,
’
said
Tattycoram
,
‘
and
she
had
seen
me
not
quite
—
not
quite
—
’
‘
Not
quite
in
a
good
temper
,
Tattycoram
?
’
suggested
Mr
Meagles
,
shaking
his
head
at
the
dark
eyes
with
a
quiet
caution
.
‘
Take
a
little
time
—
count
five
-
and
-
twenty
,
Tattycoram
.
’
She
pressed
her
lips
together
again
,
and
took
a
long
deep
breath
.
