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‘
We
don
’
t
know
,
’
said
Clennam
,
almost
in
the
tone
of
a
man
in
pain
,
‘
that
he
will
not
make
her
happy
.
’
‘
We
don
’
t
know
,
’
returned
his
partner
,
‘
that
the
earth
will
last
another
hundred
years
,
but
we
think
it
highly
probable
.
’
‘
Well
,
well
!
’
said
Clennam
,
‘
we
must
be
hopeful
,
and
we
must
at
least
try
to
be
,
if
not
generous
(
which
,
in
this
case
,
we
have
no
opportunity
of
being
)
,
just
.
We
will
not
disparage
this
gentleman
,
because
he
is
successful
in
his
addresses
to
the
beautiful
object
of
his
ambition
;
and
we
will
not
question
her
natural
right
to
bestow
her
love
on
one
whom
she
finds
worthy
of
it
.
’
‘
Maybe
,
my
friend
,
’
said
Doyce
.
‘
Maybe
also
,
that
she
is
too
young
and
petted
,
too
confiding
and
inexperienced
,
to
discriminate
well
.
’
‘
That
,
’
said
Clennam
,
‘
would
be
far
beyond
our
power
of
correction
.
’
Daniel
Doyce
shook
his
head
gravely
,
and
rejoined
,
‘
I
fear
so
.
’
‘
Therefore
,
in
a
word
,
’
said
Clennam
,
‘
we
should
make
up
our
minds
that
it
is
not
worthy
of
us
to
say
any
ill
of
Mr
Gowan
.
It
would
be
a
poor
thing
to
gratify
a
prejudice
against
him
.
And
I
resolve
,
for
my
part
,
not
to
depreciate
him
.
’
‘
I
am
not
quite
so
sure
of
myself
,
and
therefore
I
reserve
my
privilege
of
objecting
to
him
,
’
returned
the
other
.
‘
But
,
if
I
am
not
sure
of
myself
,
I
am
sure
of
you
,
Clennam
,
and
I
know
what
an
upright
man
you
are
,
and
how
much
to
be
respected
.
Good
night
,
my
friend
and
partner
!
’
He
shook
his
hand
in
saying
this
,
as
if
there
had
been
something
serious
at
the
bottom
of
their
conversation
;
and
they
separated
.
By
this
time
they
had
visited
the
family
on
several
occasions
,
and
had
always
observed
that
even
a
passing
allusion
to
Mr
Henry
Gowan
when
he
was
not
among
them
,
brought
back
the
cloud
which
had
obscured
Mr
Meagles
’
s
sunshine
on
the
morning
of
the
chance
encounter
at
the
Ferry
.
If
Clennam
had
ever
admitted
the
forbidden
passion
into
his
breast
,
this
period
might
have
been
a
period
of
real
trial
;
under
the
actual
circumstances
,
doubtless
it
was
nothing
—
nothing
.
