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'
Oliver
,
'
said
Harry
Maylie
,
in
a
low
voice
,
'
let
me
speak
a
word
with
you
.
'
Oliver
walked
into
the
window-recess
to
which
Mr.
Maylie
beckoned
him
;
much
surprised
at
the
mixture
of
sadness
and
boisterous
spirits
,
which
his
whole
behaviour
displayed
.
'
You
can
write
well
now
?
'
said
Harry
,
laying
his
hand
upon
his
arm
.
'
I
hope
so
,
sir
,
'
replied
Oliver
.
'
I
shall
not
be
at
home
again
,
perhaps
for
some
time
;
I
wish
you
would
write
to
me
--
say
once
a
fort-night
:
every
alternate
Monday
:
to
the
General
Post
Office
in
London
.
Will
you
?
'
'
Oh
!
certainly
,
sir
;
I
shall
be
proud
to
do
it
,
'
exclaimed
Oliver
,
greatly
delighted
with
the
commission
.
'
I
should
like
to
know
how
--
how
my
mother
and
Miss
Maylie
are
,
'
said
the
young
man
;
'
and
you
can
fill
up
a
sheet
by
telling
me
what
walks
you
take
,
and
what
you
talk
about
,
and
whether
she
--
they
,
I
mean
--
seem
happy
and
quite
well
.
You
understand
me
?
'
'
Oh
!
quite
,
sir
,
quite
,
'
replied
Oliver
.
'
I
would
rather
you
did
not
mention
it
to
them
,
'
said
Harry
,
hurrying
over
his
words
;
'
because
it
might
make
my
mother
anxious
to
write
to
me
oftener
,
and
it
is
a
trouble
and
worry
to
her
.
Let
is
be
a
secret
between
you
and
me
;
and
mind
you
tell
me
everything
!
I
depend
upon
you
.
'
Oliver
,
quite
elated
and
honoured
by
a
sense
of
his
importance
,
faithfully
promised
to
be
secret
and
explicit
in
his
communications
.
Mr.
Maylie
took
leave
of
him
,
with
many
assurances
of
his
regard
and
protection
.
