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‘
I
see
that
you
received
the
packet
I
sent
you
on
my
father
’
s
death
,
safely
,
mother
.
’
‘
You
see
.
’
‘
I
never
knew
my
father
to
show
so
much
anxiety
on
any
subject
,
as
that
his
watch
should
be
sent
straight
to
you
.
’
‘
I
keep
it
here
as
a
remembrance
of
your
father
.
’
‘
It
was
not
until
the
last
,
that
he
expressed
the
wish
;
when
he
could
only
put
his
hand
upon
it
,
and
very
indistinctly
say
to
me
“
your
mother
.
”
A
moment
before
,
I
thought
him
wandering
in
his
mind
,
as
he
had
been
for
many
hours
—
I
think
he
had
no
consciousness
of
pain
in
his
short
illness
—
when
I
saw
him
turn
himself
in
his
bed
and
try
to
open
it
.
’
‘
Was
your
father
,
then
,
not
wandering
in
his
mind
when
he
tried
to
open
it
?
’
‘
No
.
He
was
quite
sensible
at
that
time
.
’
Mrs
Clennam
shook
her
head
;
whether
in
dismissal
of
the
deceased
or
opposing
herself
to
her
son
’
s
opinion
,
was
not
clearly
expressed
.
‘
After
my
father
’
s
death
I
opened
it
myself
,
thinking
there
might
be
,
for
anything
I
knew
,
some
memorandum
there
.
However
,
as
I
need
not
tell
you
,
mother
,
there
was
nothing
but
the
old
silk
watch
-
paper
worked
in
beads
,
which
you
found
(
no
doubt
)
in
its
place
between
the
cases
,
where
I
found
and
left
it
.
’
