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The
doctor
was
in
the
chaise
;
Giles
(
who
,
it
had
been
arranged
,
should
be
left
behind
)
held
the
door
open
in
his
hand
;
and
the
women-servants
were
in
the
garden
,
looking
on
.
Harry
cast
one
slight
glance
at
the
latticed
window
,
and
jumped
into
the
carriage
.
'
Drive
on
!
'
he
cried
,
'
hard
,
fast
,
full
gallop
!
Nothing
short
of
flying
will
keep
pace
with
me
,
to-day
.
'
'
Halloa
!
'
cried
the
doctor
,
letting
down
the
front
glass
in
a
great
hurry
,
and
shouting
to
the
postillion
;
'
something
very
short
of
flyng
will
keep
pace
with
me
.
Do
you
hear
?
'
Jingling
and
clattering
,
till
distance
rendered
its
noise
inaudible
,
and
its
rapid
progress
only
perceptible
to
the
eye
,
the
vehicle
wound
its
way
along
the
road
,
almost
hidden
in
a
cloud
of
dust
:
now
wholly
disappearing
,
and
now
becoming
visible
again
,
as
intervening
objects
,
or
the
intricacies
of
the
way
,
permitted
.
It
was
not
until
even
the
dusty
cloud
was
no
longer
to
be
seen
,
that
the
gazers
dispersed
.
And
there
was
one
looker-on
,
who
remained
with
eyes
fixed
upon
the
spot
where
the
carriage
had
disappeared
,
long
after
it
was
many
miles
away
;
for
,
behind
the
white
curtain
which
had
shrouded
her
from
view
when
Harry
raised
his
eyes
towards
the
window
,
sat
Rose
herself
.
'
He
seems
in
high
spirits
and
happy
,
'
she
said
,
at
length
.
'
I
feared
for
a
time
he
might
be
otherwise
.
I
was
mistaken
.
I
am
very
,
very
glad
.
'
Tears
are
signs
of
gladness
as
well
as
grief
;
but
those
which
coursed
down
Rose
's
face
,
as
she
sat
pensively
at
the
window
,
still
gazing
in
the
same
direction
,
seemed
to
tell
more
of
sorrow
than
of
joy
.
Mr.
Bumble
sat
in
the
workhouse
parlour
,
with
his
eyes
moodily
fixed
on
the
cheerless
grate
,
whence
,
as
it
was
summer
time
,
no
brighter
gleam
proceeded
,
than
the
reflection
of
certain
sickly
rays
of
the
sun
,
which
were
sent
back
from
its
cold
and
shining
surface
.
A
paper
fly-cage
dangled
from
the
ceiling
,
to
which
he
occasionally
raised
his
eyes
in
gloomy
thought
;
and
,
as
the
heedless
insects
hovered
round
the
gaudy
net-work
,
Mr.
Bumble
would
heave
a
deep
sigh
,
while
a
more
gloomy
shadow
overspread
his
countenance
.
Mr.
Bumble
was
meditating
;
it
might
be
that
the
insects
brought
to
mind
,
some
painful
passage
in
his
own
past
life
.
Nor
was
Mr.
Bumble
's
gloom
the
only
thing
calculated
to
awaken
a
pleasing
melancholy
in
the
bosom
of
a
spectator
.
There
were
not
wanting
other
appearances
,
and
those
closely
connected
with
his
own
person
,
which
announced
that
a
great
change
had
taken
place
in
the
position
of
his
affairs
.
The
laced
coat
,
and
the
cocked
hat
;
where
were
they
?
He
still
wore
knee-breeches
,
and
dark
cotton
stockings
on
his
nether
limbs
;
but
they
were
not
THE
breeches
.
The
coat
was
wide-skirted
;
and
in
that
respect
like
THE
coat
,
but
,
oh
how
different
!
The
mighty
cocked
hat
was
replaced
by
a
modest
round
one
.
Mr.
Bumble
was
no
longer
a
beadle
.
There
are
some
promotions
in
life
,
which
,
independent
of
the
more
substantial
rewards
they
offer
,
require
peculiar
value
and
dignity
from
the
coats
and
waistcoats
connected
with
them
.
A
field-marshal
has
his
uniform
;
a
bishop
his
silk
apron
;
a
counsellor
his
silk
gown
;
a
beadle
his
cocked
hat
.
