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‘
Never
!
’
said
the
girl
passionately
.
‘
I
shall
never
do
that
.
Nobody
knows
that
better
than
Miss
Wade
,
though
she
taunts
me
because
she
has
made
me
her
dependent
.
And
I
know
I
am
so
;
and
I
know
she
is
overjoyed
when
she
can
bring
it
to
my
mind
.
’
‘
A
good
pretence
!
’
said
Miss
Wade
,
with
no
less
anger
,
haughtiness
,
and
bitterness
;
‘
but
too
threadbare
to
cover
what
I
plainly
see
in
this
.
My
poverty
will
not
bear
competition
with
their
money
Better
go
back
at
once
,
better
go
back
at
once
,
and
have
done
with
it
!
’
Arthur
Clennam
looked
at
them
,
standing
a
little
distance
asunder
in
the
dull
confined
room
,
each
proudly
cherishing
her
own
anger
;
each
,
with
a
fixed
determination
,
torturing
her
own
breast
,
and
torturing
the
other
’
s
.
He
said
a
word
or
two
of
leave
-
taking
;
but
Miss
Wade
barely
inclined
her
head
,
and
Harriet
,
with
the
assumed
humiliation
of
an
abject
dependent
and
serf
(
but
not
without
defiance
for
all
that
)
,
made
as
if
she
were
too
low
to
notice
or
to
be
noticed
.
He
came
down
the
dark
winding
stairs
into
the
yard
with
an
increased
sense
upon
him
of
the
gloom
of
the
wall
that
was
dead
,
and
of
the
shrubs
that
were
dead
,
and
of
the
fountain
that
was
dry
,
and
of
the
statue
that
was
gone
.
Pondering
much
on
what
he
had
seen
and
heard
in
that
house
,
as
well
as
on
the
failure
of
all
his
efforts
to
trace
the
suspicious
character
who
was
lost
,
he
returned
to
London
and
to
England
by
the
packet
that
had
taken
him
over
.
On
the
way
he
unfolded
the
sheets
of
paper
,
and
read
in
them
what
is
reproduced
in
the
next
chapter
.
Ihave
the
misfortune
of
not
being
a
fool
.
From
a
very
early
age
I
have
detected
what
those
about
me
thought
they
hid
from
me
.
If
I
could
have
been
habitually
imposed
upon
,
instead
of
habitually
discerning
the
truth
,
I
might
have
lived
as
smoothly
as
most
fools
do
.
My
childhood
was
passed
with
a
grandmother
;
that
is
to
say
,
with
a
lady
who
represented
that
relative
to
me
,
and
who
took
that
title
on
herself
.
She
had
no
claim
to
it
,
but
I
—
being
to
that
extent
a
little
fool
—
had
no
suspicion
of
her
.
She
had
some
children
of
her
own
family
in
her
house
,
and
some
children
of
other
people
.
All
girls
;
ten
in
number
,
including
me
.
We
all
lived
together
and
were
educated
together
.
I
must
have
been
about
twelve
years
old
when
I
began
to
see
how
determinedly
those
girls
patronised
me
.
I
was
told
I
was
an
orphan
.
There
was
no
other
orphan
among
us
;
and
I
perceived
(
here
was
the
first
disadvantage
of
not
being
a
fool
)
that
they
conciliated
me
in
an
insolent
pity
,
and
in
a
sense
of
superiority
.
I
did
not
set
this
down
as
a
discovery
,
rashly
.
I
tried
them
often
.
I
could
hardly
make
them
quarrel
with
me
.
When
I
succeeded
with
any
of
them
,
they
were
sure
to
come
after
an
hour
or
two
,
and
begin
a
reconciliation
.
I
tried
them
over
and
over
again
,
and
I
never
knew
them
wait
for
me
to
begin
.
They
were
always
forgiving
me
,
in
their
vanity
and
condescension
.
Little
images
of
grown
people
!
One
of
them
was
my
chosen
friend
.
I
loved
that
stupid
mite
in
a
passionate
way
that
she
could
no
more
deserve
than
I
can
remember
without
feeling
ashamed
of
,
though
I
was
but
a
child
.
She
had
what
they
called
an
amiable
temper
,
an
affectionate
temper
.
She
could
distribute
,
and
did
distribute
pretty
looks
and
smiles
to
every
one
among
them
.
I
believe
there
was
not
a
soul
in
the
place
,
except
myself
,
who
knew
that
she
did
it
purposely
to
wound
and
gall
me
!
