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With
a
footstep
as
soft
and
gentle
as
the
voice
,
the
speaker
tripped
away
.
She
soon
returned
,
with
the
direction
that
the
wounded
person
was
to
be
carried
,
carefully
,
upstairs
to
Mr.
Giles
's
room
;
and
that
Brittles
was
to
saddle
the
pony
and
betake
himself
instantly
to
Chertsey
:
from
which
place
,
he
was
to
despatch
,
with
all
speed
,
a
constable
and
doctor
.
'
But
wo
n't
you
take
one
look
at
him
,
first
,
miss
?
'
asked
Mr.
Giles
,
with
as
much
pride
as
if
Oliver
were
some
bird
of
rare
plumage
,
that
he
had
skilfully
brought
down
.
'
Not
one
little
peep
,
miss
?
'
'
Not
now
,
for
the
world
,
'
replied
the
young
lady
.
'
Poor
fellow
!
Oh
!
treat
him
kindly
,
Giles
for
my
sake
!
'
The
old
servant
looked
up
at
the
speaker
,
as
she
turned
away
,
with
a
glance
as
proud
and
admiring
as
if
she
had
been
his
own
child
.
Then
,
bending
over
Oliver
,
he
helped
to
carry
him
upstairs
,
with
the
care
and
solicitude
of
a
woman
.
In
a
handsome
room
:
though
its
furniture
had
rather
the
air
of
old-fashioned
comfort
,
than
of
modern
elegance
:
there
sat
two
ladies
at
a
well-spread
breakfast-table
.
Mr.
Giles
,
dressed
with
scrupulous
care
in
a
full
suit
of
black
,
was
in
attendance
upon
them
.
He
had
taken
his
station
some
half-way
between
the
side-board
and
the
breakfast-table
;
and
,
with
his
body
drawn
up
to
its
full
height
,
his
head
thrown
back
,
and
inclined
the
merest
trifle
on
one
side
,
his
left
leg
advanced
,
and
his
right
hand
thrust
into
his
waist-coat
,
while
his
left
hung
down
by
his
side
,
grasping
a
waiter
,
looked
like
one
who
laboured
under
a
very
agreeable
sense
of
his
own
merits
and
importance
.
Of
the
two
ladies
,
one
was
well
advanced
in
years
;
but
the
high-backed
oaken
chair
in
which
she
sat
,
was
not
more
upright
than
she
.
Dressed
with
the
utmost
nicety
and
precision
,
in
a
quaint
mixture
of
by-gone
costume
,
with
some
slight
concessions
to
the
prevailing
taste
,
which
rather
served
to
point
the
old
style
pleasantly
than
to
impair
its
effect
,
she
sat
,
in
a
stately
manner
,
with
her
hands
folded
on
the
table
before
her
.
Her
eyes
(
and
age
had
dimmed
but
little
of
their
brightness
)
were
attentively
upon
her
young
companion
.
The
younger
lady
was
in
the
lovely
bloom
and
spring-time
of
womanhood
;
at
that
age
,
when
,
if
ever
angels
be
for
God
's
good
purposes
enthroned
in
mortal
forms
,
they
may
be
,
without
impiety
,
supposed
to
abide
in
such
as
hers
.
She
was
not
past
seventeen
.
Cast
in
so
slight
and
exquisite
a
mould
;
so
mild
and
gentle
;
so
pure
and
beautiful
;
that
earth
seemed
not
her
element
,
nor
its
rough
creatures
her
fit
companions
.
The
very
intelligence
that
shone
in
her
deep
blue
eye
,
and
was
stamped
upon
her
noble
head
,
seemed
scarcely
of
her
age
,
or
of
the
world
;
and
yet
the
changing
expression
of
sweetness
and
good
humour
,
the
thousand
lights
that
played
about
the
face
,
and
left
no
shadow
there
;
above
all
,
the
smile
,
the
cheerful
,
happy
smile
,
were
made
for
Home
,
and
fireside
peace
and
happiness
.
She
was
busily
engaged
in
the
little
offices
of
the
table
.
Chancing
to
raise
her
eyes
as
the
elder
lady
was
regarding
her
,
she
playfully
put
back
her
hair
,
which
was
simply
braided
on
her
forehead
;
and
threw
into
her
beaming
look
,
such
an
expression
of
affection
and
artless
loveliness
,
that
blessed
spirits
might
have
smiled
to
look
upon
her
.
