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‘
So
she
wrote
to
me
to
say
that
if
I
ever
felt
myself
hurt
,
’
she
looked
down
at
her
young
mistress
,
‘
or
found
myself
worried
,
’
she
looked
down
at
her
again
,
‘
I
might
go
to
her
,
and
be
considerately
treated
.
I
was
to
think
of
it
,
and
could
speak
to
her
by
the
church
.
So
I
went
there
to
thank
her
.
’
‘
Tatty
,
’
said
her
young
mistress
,
putting
her
hand
up
over
her
shoulder
that
the
other
might
take
it
,
‘
Miss
Wade
almost
frightened
me
when
we
parted
,
and
I
scarcely
like
to
think
of
her
just
now
as
having
been
so
near
me
without
my
knowing
it
.
Tatty
dear
!
’
Tatty
stood
for
a
moment
,
immovable
.
‘
Hey
?
’
cried
Mr
Meagles
.
‘
Count
another
five
-
and
-
twenty
,
Tattycoram
.
’
She
might
have
counted
a
dozen
,
when
she
bent
and
put
her
lips
to
the
caressing
hand
.
It
patted
her
cheek
,
as
it
touched
the
owner
’
s
beautiful
curls
,
and
Tattycoram
went
away
.
‘
Now
there
,
’
said
Mr
Meagles
softly
,
as
he
gave
a
turn
to
the
dumb
-
waiter
on
his
right
hand
to
twirl
the
sugar
towards
himself
.
‘
There
’
s
a
girl
who
might
be
lost
and
ruined
,
if
she
wasn
’
t
among
practical
people
.
Mother
and
I
know
,
solely
from
being
practical
,
that
there
are
times
when
that
girl
’
s
whole
nature
seems
to
roughen
itself
against
seeing
us
so
bound
up
in
Pet
.
No
father
and
mother
were
bound
up
in
her
,
poor
soul
.
I
don
’
t
like
to
think
of
the
way
in
which
that
unfortunate
child
,
with
all
that
passion
and
protest
in
her
,
feels
when
she
hears
the
Fifth
Commandment
on
a
Sunday
.
I
am
always
inclined
to
call
out
,
Church
,
Count
five
-
and
-
twenty
,
Tattycoram
.
’
Besides
his
dumb
-
waiter
,
Mr
Meagles
had
two
other
not
dumb
waiters
in
the
persons
of
two
parlour
-
maids
with
rosy
faces
and
bright
eyes
,
who
were
a
highly
ornamental
part
of
the
table
decoration
.
‘
And
why
not
,
you
see
?
’
said
Mr
Meagles
on
this
head
.
‘
As
I
always
say
to
Mother
,
why
not
have
something
pretty
to
look
at
,
if
you
have
anything
at
all
?
’
A
certain
Mrs
Tickit
,
who
was
Cook
and
Housekeeper
when
the
family
were
at
home
,
and
Housekeeper
only
when
the
family
were
away
,
completed
the
establishment
.
Mr
Meagles
regretted
that
the
nature
of
the
duties
in
which
she
was
engaged
,
rendered
Mrs
Tickit
unpresentable
at
present
,
but
hoped
to
introduce
her
to
the
new
visitor
to
-
morrow
.
She
was
an
important
part
of
the
Cottage
,
he
said
,
and
all
his
friends
knew
her
.
That
was
her
picture
up
in
the
corner
.
When
they
went
away
,
she
always
put
on
the
silk
-
gown
and
the
jet
-
black
row
of
curls
represented
in
that
portrait
(
her
hair
was
reddish
-
grey
in
the
kitchen
)
,
established
herself
in
the
breakfast
-
room
,
put
her
spectacles
between
two
particular
leaves
of
Doctor
Buchan
’
s
Domestic
Medicine
,
and
sat
looking
over
the
blind
all
day
until
they
came
back
again
.
It
was
supposed
that
no
persuasion
could
be
invented
which
would
induce
Mrs
Tickit
to
abandon
her
post
at
the
blind
,
however
long
their
absence
,
or
to
dispense
with
the
attendance
of
Dr
Buchan
;
the
lucubrations
of
which
learned
practitioner
,
Mr
Meagles
implicitly
believed
she
had
never
yet
consulted
to
the
extent
of
one
word
in
her
life
.
In
the
evening
they
played
an
old
-
fashioned
rubber
;
and
Pet
sat
looking
over
her
father
’
s
hand
,
or
singing
to
herself
by
fits
and
starts
at
the
piano
.
She
was
a
spoilt
child
;
but
how
could
she
be
otherwise
?
Who
could
be
much
with
so
pliable
and
beautiful
a
creature
,
and
not
yield
to
her
endearing
influence
?
Who
could
pass
an
evening
in
the
house
,
and
not
love
her
for
the
grace
and
charm
of
her
very
presence
in
the
room
?
This
was
Clennam
’
s
reflection
,
notwithstanding
the
final
conclusion
at
which
he
had
arrived
up
-
stairs
.
