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‘
To
love
me
,
perhaps
?
’
pursued
her
brother
with
a
sneer
.
‘
To
do
neither
,
’
she
returned
.
‘
They
never
speak
to
me
about
you
.
Indeed
they
never
do
.
’
‘
I
dare
be
bound
for
that
,
’
he
said
,
darting
a
bitter
look
at
the
grandfather
.
‘
I
dare
be
bound
for
that
Nell
.
Oh
!
I
believe
you
there
!
’
‘
But
I
love
you
dearly
,
Fred
,
’
said
the
child
.
‘
No
doubt
!
’
‘
I
do
indeed
,
and
always
will
,
’
the
child
repeated
with
great
emotion
,
‘
but
oh
!
If
you
would
leave
off
vexing
him
and
making
him
unhappy
,
then
I
could
love
you
more
.
’
‘
I
see
!
’
said
the
young
man
,
as
he
stooped
carelessly
over
the
child
,
and
having
kissed
her
,
pushed
her
from
him
:
‘
There
—
get
you
away
now
you
have
said
your
lesson
.
You
needn
’
t
whimper
.
We
part
good
friends
enough
,
if
that
’
s
the
matter
.
’
He
remained
silent
,
following
her
with
his
eyes
,
until
she
had
gained
her
little
room
and
closed
the
door
;
and
then
turning
to
the
dwarf
,
said
abruptly
,
‘
Harkee
,
Mr
—
’
