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In
her
simple
garden
-
hat
and
her
light
summer
dress
,
with
her
rich
brown
hair
naturally
clustering
about
her
,
and
her
wonderful
eyes
raised
to
his
for
a
moment
with
a
look
in
which
regard
for
him
and
trustfulness
in
him
were
strikingly
blended
with
a
kind
of
timid
sorrow
for
him
,
she
was
so
beautiful
that
it
was
well
for
his
peace
—
or
ill
for
his
peace
,
he
did
not
quite
know
which
—
that
he
had
made
that
vigorous
resolution
he
had
so
often
thought
about
.
She
broke
a
momentary
silence
by
inquiring
if
he
knew
that
papa
had
been
thinking
of
another
tour
abroad
?
He
said
he
had
heard
it
mentioned
.
She
broke
another
momentary
silence
by
adding
,
with
some
hesitation
,
that
papa
had
abandoned
the
idea
.
At
this
,
he
thought
directly
,
‘
they
are
to
be
married
.
’
‘
Mr
Clennam
,
’
she
said
,
hesitating
more
timidly
yet
,
and
speaking
so
low
that
he
bent
his
head
to
hear
her
.
‘
I
should
very
much
like
to
give
you
my
confidence
,
if
you
would
not
mind
having
the
goodness
to
receive
it
.
I
should
have
very
much
liked
to
have
given
it
to
you
long
ago
,
because
—
I
felt
that
you
were
becoming
so
much
our
friend
.
’
‘
How
can
I
be
otherwise
than
proud
of
it
at
any
time
!
Pray
give
it
to
me
.
Pray
trust
me
.
’
‘
I
could
never
have
been
afraid
of
trusting
you
,
’
she
returned
,
raising
her
eyes
frankly
to
his
face
.
‘
I
think
I
would
have
done
so
some
time
ago
,
if
I
had
known
how
.
But
I
scarcely
know
how
,
even
now
.
’
‘
Mr
Gowan
,
’
said
Arthur
Clennam
,
‘
has
reason
to
be
very
happy
.
God
bless
his
wife
and
him
!
’
She
wept
,
as
she
tried
to
thank
him
.
He
reassured
her
,
took
her
hand
as
it
lay
with
the
trembling
roses
in
it
on
his
arm
,
took
the
remaining
roses
from
it
,
and
put
it
to
his
lips
.
At
that
time
,
it
seemed
to
him
,
he
first
finally
resigned
the
dying
hope
that
had
flickered
in
nobody
’
s
heart
so
much
to
its
pain
and
trouble
;
and
from
that
time
he
became
in
his
own
eyes
,
as
to
any
similar
hope
or
prospect
,
a
very
much
older
man
who
had
done
with
that
part
of
life
.
He
put
the
roses
in
his
breast
and
they
walked
on
for
a
little
while
,
slowly
and
silently
,
under
the
umbrageous
trees
.
Then
he
asked
her
,
in
a
voice
of
cheerful
kindness
,
was
there
anything
else
that
she
would
say
to
him
as
her
friend
and
her
father
’
s
friend
,
many
years
older
than
herself
;
was
there
any
trust
she
would
repose
in
him
,
any
service
she
would
ask
of
him
,
any
little
aid
to
her
happiness
that
she
could
give
him
the
lasting
gratification
of
believing
it
was
in
his
power
to
render
?
