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‘
See
here
,
’
she
said
,
in
the
same
level
way
as
before
.
‘
Here
is
your
patron
,
your
master
.
He
is
willing
to
take
you
back
,
my
dear
,
if
you
are
sensible
of
the
favour
and
choose
to
go
.
You
can
be
,
again
,
a
foil
to
his
pretty
daughter
,
a
slave
to
her
pleasant
wilfulness
,
and
a
toy
in
the
house
showing
the
goodness
of
the
family
.
You
can
have
your
droll
name
again
,
playfully
pointing
you
out
and
setting
you
apart
,
as
it
is
right
that
you
should
be
pointed
out
and
set
apart
.
(
Your
birth
,
you
know
;
you
must
not
forget
your
birth
.
)
You
can
again
be
shown
to
this
gentleman
’
s
daughter
,
Harriet
,
and
kept
before
her
,
as
a
living
reminder
of
her
own
superiority
and
her
gracious
condescension
.
You
can
recover
all
these
advantages
and
many
more
of
the
same
kind
which
I
dare
say
start
up
in
your
memory
while
I
speak
,
and
which
you
lose
in
taking
refuge
with
me
—
you
can
recover
them
all
by
telling
these
gentlemen
how
humbled
and
penitent
you
are
,
and
by
going
back
to
them
to
be
forgiven
.
What
do
you
say
,
Harriet
?
Will
you
go
?
’
The
girl
who
,
under
the
influence
of
these
words
,
had
gradually
risen
in
anger
and
heightened
in
colour
,
answered
,
raising
her
lustrous
black
eyes
for
the
moment
,
and
clenching
her
hand
upon
the
folds
it
had
been
puckering
up
,
‘
I
’
d
die
sooner
!
’
Miss
Wade
,
still
standing
at
her
side
holding
her
hand
,
looked
quietly
round
and
said
with
a
smile
,
‘
Gentlemen
!
What
do
you
do
upon
that
?
’
Poor
Mr
Meagles
’
s
inexpressible
consternation
in
hearing
his
motives
and
actions
so
perverted
,
had
prevented
him
from
interposing
any
word
until
now
;
but
now
he
regained
the
power
of
speech
.
‘
Tattycoram
,
’
said
he
,
‘
for
I
’
ll
call
you
by
that
name
still
,
my
good
girl
,
conscious
that
I
meant
nothing
but
kindness
when
I
gave
it
to
you
,
and
conscious
that
you
know
it
—
’
‘
I
don
’
t
!
’
said
she
,
looking
up
again
,
and
almost
rending
herself
with
the
same
busy
hand
.
‘
No
,
not
now
,
perhaps
,
’
said
Mr
Meagles
;
‘
not
with
that
lady
’
s
eyes
so
intent
upon
you
,
Tattycoram
,
’
she
glanced
at
them
for
a
moment
,
‘
and
that
power
over
you
,
which
we
see
she
exercises
;
not
now
,
perhaps
,
but
at
another
time
.
Tattycoram
,
I
’
ll
not
ask
that
lady
whether
she
believes
what
she
has
said
,
even
in
the
anger
and
ill
blood
in
which
I
and
my
friend
here
equally
know
she
has
spoken
,
though
she
subdues
herself
,
with
a
determination
that
any
one
who
has
once
seen
her
is
not
likely
to
forget
.
I
’
ll
not
ask
you
,
with
your
remembrance
of
my
house
and
all
belonging
to
it
,
whether
you
believe
it
.
I
’
ll
only
say
that
you
have
no
profession
to
make
to
me
or
mine
,
and
no
forgiveness
to
entreat
;
and
that
all
in
the
world
that
I
ask
you
to
do
,
is
,
to
count
five
-
and
-
twenty
,
Tattycoram
.
’
She
looked
at
him
for
an
instant
,
and
then
said
frowningly
,
‘
I
won
’
t
.
Miss
Wade
,
take
me
away
,
please
.
’
