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‘
Splendid
—
capital
—
couldn
’
t
act
better
myself
—
you
must
repeat
the
part
to
-
morrow
—
every
evening
till
further
notice
.
’
‘
Does
Rachael
still
wish
it
?
’
‘
Of
course
—
she
don
’
t
like
it
—
but
must
be
done
—
avert
suspicion
—
afraid
of
her
brother
—
says
there
’
s
no
help
for
it
—
only
a
few
days
more
—
when
old
folks
blinded
—
crown
your
happiness
.
’
‘
Any
message
?
’
‘
Love
—
best
love
—
kindest
regards
—
unalterable
affection
.
Can
I
say
anything
for
you
?
’
‘
My
dear
fellow
,
’
replied
the
unsuspicious
Mr
.
Tupman
,
fervently
grasping
his
‘
friend
’
s
’
hand
—
‘
carry
my
best
love
—
say
how
hard
I
find
it
to
dissemble
—
say
anything
that
’
s
kind
:
but
add
how
sensible
I
am
of
the
necessity
of
the
suggestion
she
made
to
me
,
through
you
,
this
morning
.
Say
I
applaud
her
wisdom
and
admire
her
discretion
.
’
‘
I
will
.
Anything
more
?
’
‘
Nothing
,
only
add
how
ardently
I
long
for
the
time
when
I
may
call
her
mine
,
and
all
dissimulation
may
be
unnecessary
.
’
‘
Certainly
,
certainly
.
Anything
more
?
’
‘
Oh
,
my
friend
!
’
said
poor
Mr
.
Tupman
,
again
grasping
the
hand
of
his
companion
,
‘
receive
my
warmest
thanks
for
your
disinterested
kindness
;
and
forgive
me
if
I
have
ever
,
even
in
thought
,
done
you
the
injustice
of
supposing
that
you
could
stand
in
my
way
.
My
dear
friend
,
can
I
ever
repay
you
?
’
