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‘
I
?
’
said
Mr
Meagles
,
with
a
plain
good
faith
that
might
have
commanded
the
belief
of
Mrs
Gowan
herself
.
‘
I
said
,
count
five
-
and
-
twenty
,
Tattycoram
.
’
Mr
Meagles
again
stroked
his
face
and
shook
his
head
,
with
an
air
of
profound
regret
.
‘
She
was
so
used
to
do
it
,
Clennam
,
that
even
then
,
such
a
picture
of
passion
as
you
never
saw
,
she
stopped
short
,
looked
me
full
in
the
face
,
and
counted
(
as
I
made
out
)
to
eight
.
But
she
couldn
’
t
control
herself
to
go
any
further
.
There
she
broke
down
,
poor
thing
,
and
gave
the
other
seventeen
to
the
four
winds
.
Then
it
all
burst
out
.
She
detested
us
,
she
was
miserable
with
us
,
she
couldn
’
t
bear
it
,
she
wouldn
’
t
bear
it
,
she
was
determined
to
go
away
.
She
was
younger
than
her
young
mistress
,
and
would
she
remain
to
see
her
always
held
up
as
the
only
creature
who
was
young
and
interesting
,
and
to
be
cherished
and
loved
?
No
.
She
wouldn
’
t
,
she
wouldn
’
t
,
she
wouldn
’
t
!
What
did
we
think
she
,
Tattycoram
,
might
have
been
if
she
had
been
caressed
and
cared
for
in
her
childhood
,
like
her
young
mistress
?
As
good
as
her
?
Ah
!
Perhaps
fifty
times
as
good
.
When
we
pretended
to
be
so
fond
of
one
another
,
we
exulted
over
her
;
that
was
what
we
did
;
we
exulted
over
her
and
shamed
her
.
And
all
in
the
house
did
the
same
.
They
talked
about
their
fathers
and
mothers
,
and
brothers
and
sisters
;
they
liked
to
drag
them
up
before
her
face
.
There
was
Mrs
Tickit
,
only
yesterday
,
when
her
little
grandchild
was
with
her
,
had
been
amused
by
the
child
’
s
trying
to
call
her
(
Tattycoram
)
by
the
wretched
name
we
gave
her
;
and
had
laughed
at
the
name
.
Why
,
who
didn
’
t
;
and
who
were
we
that
we
should
have
a
right
to
name
her
like
a
dog
or
a
cat
?
But
she
didn
’
t
care
.
She
would
take
no
more
benefits
from
us
;
she
would
fling
us
her
name
back
again
,
and
she
would
go
.
She
would
leave
us
that
minute
,
nobody
should
stop
her
,
and
we
should
never
hear
of
her
again
.
’
Mr
Meagles
had
recited
all
this
with
such
a
vivid
remembrance
of
his
original
,
that
he
was
almost
as
flushed
and
hot
by
this
time
as
he
described
her
to
have
been
.
‘
Ah
,
well
!
’
he
said
,
wiping
his
face
.
‘
It
was
of
no
use
trying
reason
then
,
with
that
vehement
panting
creature
(
Heaven
knows
what
her
mother
’
s
story
must
have
been
)
;
so
I
quietly
told
her
that
she
should
not
go
at
that
late
hour
of
night
,
and
I
gave
her
my
hand
and
took
her
to
her
room
,
and
locked
the
house
doors
.
But
she
was
gone
this
morning
.
’
‘
And
you
know
no
more
of
her
?
’
‘
No
more
,
’
returned
Mr
Meagles
.
‘
I
have
been
hunting
about
all
day
.
She
must
have
gone
very
early
and
very
silently
.
I
have
found
no
trace
of
her
down
about
us
.
’
‘
Stay
!
You
want
,
’
said
Clennam
,
after
a
moment
’
s
reflection
,
‘
to
see
her
?
I
assume
that
?
’
