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Day
after
day
as
he
bent
his
steps
homeward
,
returning
from
some
new
effort
to
procure
employment
,
Kit
raised
his
eyes
to
the
window
of
the
little
room
he
had
so
much
commended
to
the
child
,
and
hoped
to
see
some
indication
of
her
presence
.
His
own
earnest
wish
,
coupled
with
the
assurance
he
had
received
from
Quilp
,
filled
him
with
the
belief
that
she
would
yet
arrive
to
claim
the
humble
shelter
he
had
offered
,
and
from
the
death
of
each
day
’
s
hope
another
hope
sprung
up
to
live
to
-
morrow
.
‘
I
think
they
must
certainly
come
to
-
morrow
,
eh
mother
?
’
said
Kit
,
laying
aside
his
hat
with
a
weary
air
and
sighing
as
he
spoke
.
‘
They
have
been
gone
a
week
.
They
surely
couldn
’
t
stop
away
more
than
a
week
,
could
they
now
?
’
The
mother
shook
her
head
,
and
reminded
him
how
often
he
had
been
disappointed
already
.
‘
For
the
matter
of
that
,
’
said
Kit
,
‘
you
speak
true
and
sensible
enough
,
as
you
always
do
,
mother
.
Still
,
I
do
consider
that
a
week
is
quite
long
enough
for
‘
em
to
be
rambling
about
;
don
’
t
you
say
so
?
’
‘
Quite
long
enough
,
Kit
,
longer
than
enough
,
but
they
may
not
come
back
for
all
that
.
’
Kit
was
for
a
moment
disposed
to
be
vexed
by
this
contradiction
,
and
not
the
less
so
from
having
anticipated
it
in
his
own
mind
and
knowing
how
just
it
was
.
But
the
impulse
was
only
momentary
,
and
the
vexed
look
became
a
kind
one
before
it
had
crossed
the
room
.
‘
Then
what
do
you
think
,
mother
,
has
become
of
‘
em
?
You
don
’
t
think
they
’
ve
gone
to
sea
,
anyhow
?
’
‘
Not
gone
for
sailors
,
certainly
,
’
returned
the
mother
with
a
smile
.
‘
But
I
can
’
t
help
thinking
that
they
have
gone
to
some
foreign
country
.
’
‘
I
say
,
’
cried
Kit
with
a
rueful
face
,
‘
don
’
t
talk
like
that
,
mother
.
’
