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’
But
for
that
resolution
so
often
recalled
,
Clennam
might
have
wished
him
in
the
crater
of
Mount
Etna
,
in
return
for
this
civility
.
‘
I
have
had
the
pleasure
of
seeing
it
under
many
circumstances
during
the
last
three
years
,
and
it
’
s
—
a
Paradise
.
’
It
was
(
at
least
it
might
have
been
,
always
excepting
for
that
wise
resolution
)
like
his
dexterous
impudence
to
call
it
a
Paradise
.
He
only
called
it
a
Paradise
because
he
first
saw
her
coming
,
and
so
made
her
out
within
her
hearing
to
be
an
angel
,
Confusion
to
him
!
And
ah
!
how
beaming
she
looked
,
and
how
glad
!
How
she
caressed
the
dog
,
and
how
the
dog
knew
her
!
How
expressive
that
heightened
colour
in
her
face
,
that
fluttered
manner
,
her
downcast
eyes
,
her
irresolute
happiness
!
When
had
Clennam
seen
her
look
like
this
?
Not
that
there
was
any
reason
why
he
might
,
could
,
would
,
or
should
have
ever
seen
her
look
like
this
,
or
that
he
had
ever
hoped
for
himself
to
see
her
look
like
this
;
but
still
—
when
had
he
ever
known
her
do
it
!
He
stood
at
a
little
distance
from
them
.
This
Gowan
when
he
had
talked
about
a
Paradise
,
had
gone
up
to
her
and
taken
her
hand
.
The
dog
had
put
his
great
paws
on
her
arm
and
laid
his
head
against
her
dear
bosom
.
She
had
laughed
and
welcomed
them
,
and
made
far
too
much
of
the
dog
,
far
,
far
,
too
much
—
that
is
to
say
,
supposing
there
had
been
any
third
person
looking
on
who
loved
her
.
She
disengaged
herself
now
,
and
came
to
Clennam
,
and
put
her
hand
in
his
and
wished
him
good
morning
,
and
gracefully
made
as
if
she
would
take
his
arm
and
be
escorted
into
the
house
.
To
this
Gowan
had
no
objection
.
No
,
he
knew
he
was
too
safe
.
There
was
a
passing
cloud
on
Mr
Meagles
’
s
good
-
humoured
face
when
they
all
three
(
four
,
counting
the
dog
,
and
he
was
the
most
objectionable
but
one
of
the
party
)
came
in
to
breakfast
.
Neither
it
,
nor
the
touch
of
uneasiness
on
Mrs
Meagles
as
she
directed
her
eyes
towards
it
,
was
unobserved
by
Clennam
.
‘
Well
,
Gowan
,
’
said
Mr
Meagles
,
even
suppressing
a
sigh
;
‘
how
goes
the
world
with
you
this
morning
?
’
‘
Much
as
usual
,
sir
.
Lion
and
I
being
determined
not
to
waste
anything
of
our
weekly
visit
,
turned
out
early
,
and
came
over
from
Kingston
,
my
present
headquarters
,
where
I
am
making
a
sketch
or
two
.
’
Then
he
told
how
he
had
met
Mr
Clennam
at
the
ferry
,
and
they
had
come
over
together
.
