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Although
not
an
open
face
,
there
was
no
pretence
in
it
.
‘
I
am
self
-
contained
and
self
-
reliant
;
your
opinion
is
nothing
to
me
;
I
have
no
interest
in
you
,
care
nothing
for
you
,
and
see
and
hear
you
with
indifference
’
—
this
it
said
plainly
.
It
said
so
in
the
proud
eyes
,
in
the
lifted
nostril
,
in
the
handsome
but
compressed
and
even
cruel
mouth
.
Cover
either
two
of
those
channels
of
expression
,
and
the
third
would
have
said
so
still
.
Mask
them
all
,
and
the
mere
turn
of
the
head
would
have
shown
an
unsubduable
nature
.
Pet
had
moved
up
to
her
(
she
had
been
the
subject
of
remark
among
her
family
and
Mr
Clennam
,
who
were
now
the
only
other
occupants
of
the
room
)
,
and
was
standing
at
her
side
.
‘
Are
you
’
—
she
turned
her
eyes
,
and
Pet
faltered
—
‘
expecting
any
one
to
meet
you
here
,
Miss
Wade
?
’
‘
I
?
No
.
’
‘
Father
is
sending
to
the
Poste
Restante
.
Shall
he
have
the
pleasure
of
directing
the
messenger
to
ask
if
there
are
any
letters
for
you
?
’
‘
I
thank
him
,
but
I
know
there
can
be
none
.
’
‘
We
are
afraid
,
’
said
Pet
,
sitting
down
beside
her
,
shyly
and
half
tenderly
,
‘
that
you
will
feel
quite
deserted
when
we
are
all
gone
.
’
‘
Indeed
!
’
‘
Not
,
’
said
Pet
,
apologetically
and
embarrassed
by
her
eyes
,
‘
not
,
of
course
,
that
we
are
any
company
to
you
,
or
that
we
have
been
able
to
be
so
,
or
that
we
thought
you
wished
it
.
’
‘
I
have
not
intended
to
make
it
understood
that
I
did
wish
it
.
’
