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I
could
not
afford
to
lose
him
,
but
you
will
bring
him
safe
back
.
’
‘
Well
!
I
am
much
obliged
to
you
,
my
boy
,
’
said
Mr
Meagles
,
turning
it
over
,
‘
but
I
think
not
.
No
,
I
think
I
’
ll
be
pulled
through
by
Mother
.
Cavallooro
(
I
stick
at
his
very
name
to
start
with
,
and
it
sounds
like
the
chorus
to
a
comic
song
)
is
so
necessary
to
you
,
that
I
don
’
t
like
the
thought
of
taking
him
away
.
More
than
that
,
there
’
s
no
saying
when
we
may
come
home
again
;
and
it
would
never
do
to
take
him
away
for
an
indefinite
time
.
The
cottage
is
not
what
it
was
.
It
only
holds
two
little
people
less
than
it
ever
did
,
Pet
,
and
her
poor
unfortunate
maid
Tattycoram
;
but
it
seems
empty
now
.
Once
out
of
it
,
there
’
s
no
knowing
when
we
may
come
back
to
it
.
No
,
Arthur
,
I
’
ll
be
pulled
through
by
Mother
.
’
They
would
do
best
by
themselves
perhaps
,
after
all
,
Clennam
thought
;
therefore
did
not
press
his
proposal
.
‘
If
you
would
come
down
and
stay
here
for
a
change
,
when
it
wouldn
’
t
trouble
you
,
’
Mr
Meagles
resumed
,
‘
I
should
be
glad
to
think
—
and
so
would
Mother
too
,
I
know
—
that
you
were
brightening
up
the
old
place
with
a
bit
of
life
it
was
used
to
when
it
was
full
,
and
that
the
Babies
on
the
wall
there
had
a
kind
eye
upon
them
sometimes
.
You
so
belong
to
the
spot
,
and
to
them
,
Arthur
,
and
we
should
every
one
of
us
have
been
so
happy
if
it
had
fallen
out
—
but
,
let
us
see
—
how
’
s
the
weather
for
travelling
now
?
’
Mr
Meagles
broke
off
,
cleared
his
throat
,
and
got
up
to
look
out
of
the
window
.
They
agreed
that
the
weather
was
of
high
promise
;
and
Clennam
kept
the
talk
in
that
safe
direction
until
it
had
become
easy
again
,
when
he
gently
diverted
it
to
Henry
Gowan
and
his
quick
sense
and
agreeable
qualities
when
he
was
delicately
dealt
with
;
he
likewise
dwelt
on
the
indisputable
affection
he
entertained
for
his
wife
.
Clennam
did
not
fail
of
his
effect
upon
good
Mr
Meagles
,
whom
these
commendations
greatly
cheered
;
and
who
took
Mother
to
witness
that
the
single
and
cordial
desire
of
his
heart
in
reference
to
their
daughter
’
s
husband
,
was
harmoniously
to
exchange
friendship
for
friendship
,
and
confidence
for
confidence
.
Within
a
few
hours
the
cottage
furniture
began
to
be
wrapped
up
for
preservation
in
the
family
absence
—
or
,
as
Mr
Meagles
expressed
it
,
the
house
began
to
put
its
hair
in
papers
—
and
within
a
few
days
Father
and
Mother
were
gone
,
Mrs
Tickit
and
Dr
Buchan
were
posted
,
as
of
yore
,
behind
the
parlour
blind
,
and
Arthur
’
s
solitary
feet
were
rustling
among
the
dry
fallen
leaves
in
the
garden
walks
.
As
he
had
a
liking
for
the
spot
,
he
seldom
let
a
week
pass
without
paying
a
visit
.
Sometimes
,
he
went
down
alone
from
Saturday
to
Monday
;
sometimes
his
partner
accompanied
him
;
sometimes
,
he
merely
strolled
for
an
hour
or
two
about
the
house
and
garden
,
saw
that
all
was
right
,
and
returned
to
London
again
.
At
all
times
,
and
under
all
circumstances
,
Mrs
Tickit
,
with
her
dark
row
of
curls
,
and
Dr
Buchan
,
sat
in
the
parlour
window
,
looking
out
for
the
family
return
.
On
one
of
his
visits
Mrs
Tickit
received
him
with
the
words
,
‘
I
have
something
to
tell
you
,
Mr
Clennam
,
that
will
surprise
you
.
’
So
surprising
was
the
something
in
question
,
that
it
actually
brought
Mrs
Tickit
out
of
the
parlour
window
and
produced
her
in
the
garden
walk
,
when
Clennam
went
in
at
the
gate
on
its
being
opened
for
him
.
‘
What
is
it
,
Mrs
Tickit
?
’
said
he
.
‘
Sir
,
’
returned
that
faithful
housekeeper
,
having
taken
him
into
the
parlour
and
closed
the
door
;
‘
if
ever
I
saw
the
led
away
and
deluded
child
in
my
life
,
I
saw
her
identically
in
the
dusk
of
yesterday
evening
.
’
