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Such
was
the
homily
with
which
he
improved
and
pointed
the
occasion
to
the
company
in
the
Lodge
before
turning
into
the
sallow
yard
again
,
and
going
with
his
own
poor
shabby
dignity
past
the
Collegian
in
the
dressing
-
gown
who
had
no
coat
,
and
past
the
Collegian
in
the
sea
-
side
slippers
who
had
no
shoes
,
and
past
the
stout
greengrocer
Collegian
in
the
corduroy
knee
-
breeches
who
had
no
cares
,
and
past
the
lean
clerk
Collegian
in
buttonless
black
who
had
no
hopes
,
up
his
own
poor
shabby
staircase
to
his
own
poor
shabby
room
.
There
,
the
table
was
laid
for
his
supper
,
and
his
old
grey
gown
was
ready
for
him
on
his
chair
-
back
at
the
fire
.
His
daughter
put
her
little
prayer
-
book
in
her
pocket
—
had
she
been
praying
for
pity
on
all
prisoners
and
captives
!
—
and
rose
to
welcome
him
.
Uncle
had
gone
home
,
then
?
she
asked
him
,
as
she
changed
his
coat
and
gave
him
his
black
velvet
cap
.
Yes
,
uncle
had
gone
home
.
Had
her
father
enjoyed
his
walk
?
Why
,
not
much
,
Amy
;
not
much
.
No
!
Did
he
not
feel
quite
well
?
As
she
stood
behind
him
,
leaning
over
his
chair
so
lovingly
,
he
looked
with
downcast
eyes
at
the
fire
.
An
uneasiness
stole
over
him
that
was
like
a
touch
of
shame
;
and
when
he
spoke
,
as
he
presently
did
,
it
was
in
an
unconnected
and
embarrassed
manner
.
‘
Something
,
I
—
hem
!
—
I
don
’
t
know
what
,
has
gone
wrong
with
Chivery
.
He
is
not
—
ha
!
—
not
nearly
so
obliging
and
attentive
as
usual
to
-
night
.
It
—
hem
!
—
it
’
s
a
little
thing
,
but
it
puts
me
out
,
my
love
.
It
’
s
impossible
to
forget
,
’
turning
his
hands
over
and
over
and
looking
closely
at
them
,
‘
that
—
hem
!
—
that
in
such
a
life
as
mine
,
I
am
unfortunately
dependent
on
these
men
for
something
every
hour
in
the
day
.
’
Her
arm
was
on
his
shoulder
,
but
she
did
not
look
in
his
face
while
he
spoke
.
Bending
her
head
she
looked
another
way
.
‘
I
—
hem
!
—
I
can
’
t
think
,
Amy
,
what
has
given
Chivery
offence
.
He
is
generally
so
—
so
very
attentive
and
respectful
.
And
to
-
night
he
was
quite
—
quite
short
with
me
.
Other
people
there
too
!
Why
,
good
Heaven
!
if
I
was
to
lose
the
support
and
recognition
of
Chivery
and
his
brother
officers
,
I
might
starve
to
death
here
.
’
While
he
spoke
,
he
was
opening
and
shutting
his
hands
like
valves
;
so
conscious
all
the
time
of
that
touch
of
shame
,
that
he
shrunk
before
his
own
knowledge
of
his
meaning
.
‘
I
—
ha
!
—
I
can
’
t
think
what
it
’
s
owing
to
.
I
am
sure
I
cannot
imagine
what
the
cause
of
it
is
.
There
was
a
certain
Jackson
here
once
,
a
turnkey
of
the
name
of
Jackson
(
I
don
’
t
think
you
can
remember
him
,
my
dear
,
you
were
very
young
)
,
and
—
hem
!
—
and
he
had
a
—
brother
,
and
this
—
young
brother
paid
his
addresses
to
—
at
least
,
did
not
go
so
far
as
to
pay
his
addresses
to
—
but
admired
—
respectfully
admired
—
the
—
not
daughter
,
the
sister
—
of
one
of
us
;
a
rather
distinguished
Collegian
;
I
may
say
,
very
much
so
.
His
name
was
Captain
Martin
;
and
he
consulted
me
on
the
question
whether
it
was
necessary
that
his
daughter
—
sister
—
should
hazard
offending
the
turnkey
brother
by
being
too
—
ha
!
—
too
plain
with
the
other
brother
.
Captain
Martin
was
a
gentleman
and
a
man
of
honour
,
and
I
put
it
to
him
first
to
give
me
his
—
his
own
opinion
.
Captain
Martin
(
highly
respected
in
the
army
)
then
unhesitatingly
said
that
it
appeared
to
him
that
his
—
hem
!
—
sister
was
not
called
upon
to
understand
the
young
man
too
distinctly
,
and
that
she
might
lead
him
on
—
I
am
doubtful
whether
“
lead
him
on
”
was
Captain
Martin
’
s
exact
expression
:
indeed
I
think
he
said
tolerate
him
—
on
her
father
’
s
—
I
should
say
,
brother
’
s
—
account
.
I
hardly
know
how
I
have
strayed
into
this
story
.
I
suppose
it
has
been
through
being
unable
to
account
for
Chivery
;
but
as
to
the
connection
between
the
two
,
I
don
’
t
see
—
’
