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So
he
did
not
say
;
it
was
too
late
.
He
bound
himself
to
do
all
she
asked
,
and
she
knew
full
well
that
he
would
do
it
.
They
were
now
at
the
last
tree
in
the
avenue
.
She
stopped
,
and
withdrew
her
arm
.
Speaking
to
him
with
her
eyes
lifted
up
to
his
,
and
with
the
hand
that
had
lately
rested
on
his
sleeve
trembling
by
touching
one
of
the
roses
in
his
breast
as
an
additional
appeal
to
him
,
she
said
:
‘
Dear
Mr
Clennam
,
in
my
happiness
—
for
I
am
happy
,
though
you
have
seen
me
crying
—
I
cannot
bear
to
leave
any
cloud
between
us
.
If
you
have
anything
to
forgive
me
(
not
anything
that
I
have
wilfully
done
,
but
any
trouble
I
may
have
caused
you
without
meaning
it
,
or
having
it
in
my
power
to
help
it
)
,
forgive
me
to
-
night
out
of
your
noble
heart
!
’
He
stooped
to
meet
the
guileless
face
that
met
his
without
shrinking
.
He
kissed
it
,
and
answered
,
Heaven
knew
that
he
had
nothing
to
forgive
.
As
he
stooped
to
meet
the
innocent
face
once
again
,
she
whispered
,
‘
Good
-
bye
!
’
and
he
repeated
it
.
It
was
taking
leave
of
all
his
old
hopes
—
all
nobody
’
s
old
restless
doubts
.
They
came
out
of
the
avenue
next
moment
,
arm
-
in
-
arm
as
they
had
entered
it
:
and
the
trees
seemed
to
close
up
behind
them
in
the
darkness
,
like
their
own
perspective
of
the
past
.
The
voices
of
Mr
and
Mrs
Meagles
and
Doyce
were
audible
directly
,
speaking
near
the
garden
gate
.
Hearing
Pet
’
s
name
among
them
,
Clennam
called
out
,
‘
She
is
here
,
with
me
.
’
There
was
some
little
wondering
and
laughing
until
they
came
up
;
but
as
soon
as
they
had
all
come
together
,
it
ceased
,
and
Pet
glided
away
.
Mr
Meagles
,
Doyce
,
and
Clennam
,
without
speaking
,
walked
up
and
down
on
the
brink
of
the
river
,
in
the
light
of
the
rising
moon
,
for
a
few
minutes
;
and
then
Doyce
lingered
behind
,
and
went
into
the
house
.
Mr
Meagles
and
Clennam
walked
up
and
down
together
for
a
few
minutes
more
without
speaking
,
until
at
length
the
former
broke
silence
.
‘
Arthur
,
’
said
he
,
using
that
familiar
address
for
the
first
time
in
their
communication
,
‘
do
you
remember
my
telling
you
,
as
we
walked
up
and
down
one
hot
morning
,
looking
over
the
harbour
at
Marseilles
,
that
Pet
’
s
baby
sister
who
was
dead
seemed
to
Mother
and
me
to
have
grown
as
she
had
grown
,
and
changed
as
she
had
changed
?
’
‘
Very
well
.
’
‘
You
remember
my
saying
that
our
thoughts
had
never
been
able
to
separate
those
twin
sisters
,
and
that
,
in
our
fancy
,
whatever
Pet
was
,
the
other
was
?
’
‘
Yes
,
very
well
.
’
