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'
Lock
the
door
on
the
outside
,
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
to
the
attendants
,
'
and
come
when
I
ring
.
'
The
men
obeyed
,
and
the
two
were
left
alone
together
.
'
This
is
pretty
treatment
,
sir
,
'
said
Monks
,
throwing
down
his
hat
and
cloak
,
'
from
my
father
's
oldest
friend
.
'
'
It
is
because
I
was
your
father
's
oldest
friend
,
young
man
,
'
returned
Mr.
Brownlow
;
'
it
is
because
the
hopes
and
wishes
of
young
and
happy
years
were
bound
up
with
him
,
and
that
fair
creature
of
his
blood
and
kindred
who
rejoined
her
God
in
youth
,
and
left
me
here
a
solitary
,
lonely
man
:
it
is
because
he
knelt
with
me
beside
his
only
sisters
'
death-bed
when
he
was
yet
a
boy
,
on
the
morning
that
would
--
but
Heaven
willed
otherwise
--
have
made
her
my
young
wife
;
it
is
because
my
seared
heart
clung
to
him
,
from
that
time
forth
,
through
all
his
trials
and
errors
,
till
he
died
;
it
is
because
old
recollections
and
associations
filled
my
heart
,
and
even
the
sight
of
you
brings
with
it
old
thoughts
of
him
;
it
is
because
of
all
these
things
that
I
am
moved
to
treat
you
gently
now
--
yes
,
Edward
Leeford
,
even
now
--
and
blush
for
your
unworthiness
who
bear
the
name
.
'
'
What
has
the
name
to
do
with
it
?
'
asked
the
other
,
after
contemplating
,
half
in
silence
,
and
half
in
dogged
wonder
,
the
agitation
of
his
companion
.
'
What
is
the
name
to
me
?
'
'
Nothing
,
'
replied
Mr.
Brownlow
,
'
nothing
to
you
.
But
it
was
HERS
,
and
even
at
this
distance
of
time
brings
back
to
me
,
an
old
man
,
the
glow
and
thrill
which
I
once
felt
,
only
to
hear
it
repeated
by
a
stranger
.
I
am
very
glad
you
have
changed
it
--
very
--
very
.
'
'
This
is
all
mighty
fine
,
'
said
Monks
(
to
retain
his
assumed
designation
)
after
a
long
silence
,
during
which
he
had
jerked
himself
in
sullen
defiance
to
and
fro
,
and
Mr.
Brownlow
had
sat
,
shading
his
face
with
his
hand
.
'
But
what
do
you
want
with
me
?
'
'
You
have
a
brother
,
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
,
rousing
himself
:
'
a
brother
,
the
whisper
of
whose
name
in
your
ear
when
I
came
behind
you
in
the
street
,
was
,
in
itself
,
almost
enough
to
make
you
accompany
me
hither
,
in
wonder
and
alarm
.
'
'
I
have
no
brother
,
'
replied
Monks
.
'
You
know
I
was
an
only
child
.
Why
do
you
talk
to
me
of
brothers
?
You
know
that
,
as
well
as
I.
'
'
Attend
to
what
I
do
know
,
and
you
may
not
,
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
.
'
I
shall
interest
you
by
and
by
.
I
know
that
of
the
wretched
marriage
,
into
which
family
pride
,
and
the
most
sordid
and
narrowest
of
all
ambition
,
forced
your
unhappy
father
when
a
mere
boy
,
you
were
the
sole
and
most
unnatural
issue
.
'
