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Clennam
went
back
to
his
room
,
sat
down
again
before
his
fire
,
and
made
up
his
mind
that
he
was
glad
he
had
resolved
not
to
fall
in
love
with
Pet
.
She
was
so
beautiful
,
so
amiable
,
so
apt
to
receive
any
true
impression
given
to
her
gentle
nature
and
her
innocent
heart
,
and
make
the
man
who
should
be
so
happy
as
to
communicate
it
,
the
most
fortunate
and
enviable
of
all
men
,
that
he
was
very
glad
indeed
he
had
come
to
that
conclusion
.
But
,
as
this
might
have
been
a
reason
for
coming
to
the
opposite
conclusion
,
he
followed
out
the
theme
again
a
little
way
in
his
mind
;
to
justify
himself
,
perhaps
.
‘
Suppose
that
a
man
,
’
so
his
thoughts
ran
,
‘
who
had
been
of
age
some
twenty
years
or
so
;
who
was
a
diffident
man
,
from
the
circumstances
of
his
youth
;
who
was
rather
a
grave
man
,
from
the
tenor
of
his
life
;
who
knew
himself
to
be
deficient
in
many
little
engaging
qualities
which
he
admired
in
others
,
from
having
been
long
in
a
distant
region
,
with
nothing
softening
near
him
;
who
had
no
kind
sisters
to
present
to
her
;
who
had
no
congenial
home
to
make
her
known
in
;
who
was
a
stranger
in
the
land
;
who
had
not
a
fortune
to
compensate
,
in
any
measure
,
for
these
defects
;
who
had
nothing
in
his
favour
but
his
honest
love
and
his
general
wish
to
do
right
—
suppose
such
a
man
were
to
come
to
this
house
,
and
were
to
yield
to
the
captivation
of
this
charming
girl
,
and
were
to
persuade
himself
that
he
could
hope
to
win
her
;
what
a
weakness
it
would
be
!
’
He
softly
opened
his
window
,
and
looked
out
upon
the
serene
river
.
Year
after
year
so
much
allowance
for
the
drifting
of
the
ferry
-
boat
,
so
many
miles
an
hour
the
flowing
of
the
stream
,
here
the
rushes
,
there
the
lilies
,
nothing
uncertain
or
unquiet
.
Why
should
he
be
vexed
or
sore
at
heart
?
It
was
not
his
weakness
that
he
had
imagined
.
It
was
nobody
’
s
,
nobody
’
s
within
his
knowledge
;
why
should
it
trouble
him
?
And
yet
it
did
trouble
him
And
he
thought
—
who
has
not
thought
for
a
moment
,
sometimes
?
—
that
it
might
be
better
to
flow
away
monotonously
,
like
the
river
,
and
to
compound
for
its
insensibility
to
happiness
with
its
insensibility
to
pain
.
Before
breakfast
in
the
morning
,
Arthur
walked
out
to
look
about
him
.
As
the
morning
was
fine
and
he
had
an
hour
on
his
hands
,
he
crossed
the
river
by
the
ferry
,
and
strolled
along
a
footpath
through
some
meadows
.
When
he
came
back
to
the
towing
-
path
,
he
found
the
ferry
-
boat
on
the
opposite
side
,
and
a
gentleman
hailing
it
and
waiting
to
be
taken
over
.
This
gentleman
looked
barely
thirty
.
He
was
well
dressed
,
of
a
sprightly
and
gay
appearance
,
a
well
-
knit
figure
,
and
a
rich
dark
complexion
.
As
Arthur
came
over
the
stile
and
down
to
the
water
’
s
edge
,
the
lounger
glanced
at
him
for
a
moment
,
and
then
resumed
his
occupation
of
idly
tossing
stones
into
the
water
with
his
foot
.
There
was
something
in
his
way
of
spurning
them
out
of
their
places
with
his
heel
,
and
getting
them
into
the
required
position
,
that
Clennam
thought
had
an
air
of
cruelty
in
it
.
Most
of
us
have
more
or
less
frequently
derived
a
similar
impression
from
a
man
’
s
manner
of
doing
some
very
little
thing
:
plucking
a
flower
,
clearing
away
an
obstacle
,
or
even
destroying
an
insentient
object
.
The
gentleman
’
s
thoughts
were
preoccupied
,
as
his
face
showed
,
and
he
took
no
notice
of
a
fine
Newfoundland
dog
,
who
watched
him
attentively
,
and
watched
every
stone
too
,
in
its
turn
,
eager
to
spring
into
the
river
on
receiving
his
master
’
s
sign
.
The
ferry
-
boat
came
over
,
however
,
without
his
receiving
any
sign
,
and
when
it
grounded
his
master
took
him
by
the
collar
and
walked
him
into
it
.
‘
Not
this
morning
,
’
he
said
to
the
dog
.
‘
You
won
’
t
do
for
ladies
’
company
,
dripping
wet
.
Lie
down
.
