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Having
arrived
at
this
comfortable
frame
of
mind
(
to
which
she
had
been
greatly
assisted
by
certain
short
interjectional
remarks
of
the
philosophical
George
)
,
Mrs
Jarley
consoled
Nell
with
many
kind
words
,
and
requested
as
a
personal
favour
that
whenever
she
thought
of
Miss
Monflathers
,
she
would
do
nothing
else
but
laugh
at
her
,
all
the
days
of
her
life
.
So
ended
Mrs
Jarley
’
s
wrath
,
which
subsided
long
before
the
going
down
of
the
sun
.
Nell
’
s
anxieties
,
however
,
were
of
a
deeper
kind
,
and
the
checks
they
imposed
upon
her
cheerfulness
were
not
so
easily
removed
.
That
evening
,
as
she
had
dreaded
,
her
grandfather
stole
away
,
and
did
not
come
back
until
the
night
was
far
spent
.
Worn
out
as
she
was
,
and
fatigued
in
mind
and
body
,
she
sat
up
alone
,
counting
the
minutes
,
until
he
returned
—
penniless
,
broken
-
spirited
,
and
wretched
,
but
still
hotly
bent
upon
his
infatuation
.
‘
Get
me
money
,
’
he
said
wildly
,
as
they
parted
for
the
night
.
‘
I
must
have
money
,
Nell
.
It
shall
be
paid
thee
back
with
gallant
interest
one
day
,
but
all
the
money
that
comes
into
thy
hands
,
must
be
mine
—
not
for
myself
,
but
to
use
for
thee
.
Remember
,
Nell
,
to
use
for
thee
!
’
What
could
the
child
do
with
the
knowledge
she
had
,
but
give
him
every
penny
that
came
into
her
hands
,
lest
he
should
be
tempted
on
to
rob
their
benefactress
?
If
she
told
the
truth
(
so
thought
the
child
)
he
would
be
treated
as
a
madman
;
if
she
did
not
supply
him
with
money
,
he
would
supply
himself
;
supplying
him
,
she
fed
the
fire
that
burnt
him
up
,
and
put
him
perhaps
beyond
recovery
.
Distracted
by
these
thoughts
,
borne
down
by
the
weight
of
the
sorrow
which
she
dared
not
tell
,
tortured
by
a
crowd
of
apprehensions
whenever
the
old
man
was
absent
,
and
dreading
alike
his
stay
and
his
return
,
the
colour
forsook
her
cheek
,
her
eye
grew
dim
,
and
her
heart
was
oppressed
and
heavy
.
All
her
old
sorrows
had
come
back
upon
her
,
augmented
by
new
fears
and
doubts
;
by
day
they
were
ever
present
to
her
mind
;
by
night
they
hovered
round
her
pillow
,
and
haunted
her
in
dreams
.
It
was
natural
that
,
in
the
midst
of
her
affliction
,
she
should
often
revert
to
that
sweet
young
lady
of
whom
she
had
only
caught
a
hasty
glance
,
but
whose
sympathy
,
expressed
in
one
slight
brief
action
,
dwelt
in
her
memory
like
the
kindnesses
of
years
.
She
would
often
think
,
if
she
had
such
a
friend
as
that
to
whom
to
tell
her
griefs
,
how
much
lighter
her
heart
would
be
—
that
if
she
were
but
free
to
hear
that
voice
,
she
would
be
happier
.
Then
she
would
wish
that
she
were
something
better
,
that
she
were
not
quite
so
poor
and
humble
,
that
she
dared
address
her
without
fearing
a
repulse
;
and
then
feel
that
there
was
an
immeasurable
distance
between
them
,
and
have
no
hope
that
the
young
lady
thought
of
her
any
more
.
It
was
now
holiday
-
time
at
the
schools
,
and
the
young
ladies
had
gone
home
,
and
Miss
Monflathers
was
reported
to
be
flourishing
in
London
,
and
damaging
the
hearts
of
middle
-
aged
gentlemen
,
but
nobody
said
anything
about
Miss
Edwards
,
whether
she
had
gone
home
,
or
whether
she
had
any
home
to
go
to
,
whether
she
was
still
at
the
school
,
or
anything
about
her
.
But
one
evening
,
as
Nell
was
returning
from
a
lonely
walk
,
she
happened
to
pass
the
inn
where
the
stage
-
coaches
stopped
,
just
as
one
drove
up
,
and
there
was
the
beautiful
girl
she
so
well
remembered
,
pressing
forward
to
embrace
a
young
child
whom
they
were
helping
down
from
the
roof
.
Well
,
this
was
her
sister
,
her
little
sister
,
much
younger
than
Nell
,
whom
she
had
not
seen
(
so
the
story
went
afterwards
)
for
five
years
,
and
to
bring
whom
to
that
place
on
a
short
visit
,
she
had
been
saving
her
poor
means
all
that
time
.
Nell
felt
as
if
her
heart
would
break
when
she
saw
them
meet
.
They
went
a
little
apart
from
the
knot
of
people
who
had
congregated
about
the
coach
,
and
fell
upon
each
other
’
s
neck
,
and
sobbed
,
and
wept
with
joy
.
Their
plain
and
simple
dress
,
the
distance
which
the
child
had
come
alone
,
their
agitation
and
delight
,
and
the
tears
they
shed
,
would
have
told
their
history
by
themselves
.
They
became
a
little
more
composed
in
a
short
time
,
and
went
away
,
not
so
much
hand
in
hand
as
clinging
to
each
other
.
‘
Are
you
sure
you
’
re
happy
,
sister
?
’
said
the
child
as
they
passed
where
Nell
was
standing
.
‘
Quite
happy
now
,
’
she
answered
.
‘
But
always
?
’
said
the
child
.
