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‘
Marchioness
,
’
said
Richard
,
passing
his
hand
over
his
forehead
and
turning
suddenly
round
,
as
though
the
subject
but
that
moment
flashed
upon
him
,
‘
what
has
become
of
Kit
?
’
He
had
been
sentenced
to
transportation
for
a
great
many
years
,
she
said
.
‘
Has
he
gone
?
’
asked
Dick
—
‘
his
mother
—
how
is
she
,
—
what
has
become
of
her
?
’
His
nurse
shook
her
head
,
and
answered
that
she
knew
nothing
about
them
.
‘
But
,
if
I
thought
,
’
said
she
,
very
slowly
,
‘
that
you
’
d
keep
quiet
,
and
not
put
yourself
into
another
fever
,
I
could
tell
you
—
but
I
won
’
t
now
.
’
‘
Yes
,
do
,
’
said
Dick
.
‘
It
will
amuse
me
.
’
‘
Oh
!
would
it
though
!
’
rejoined
the
small
servant
,
with
a
horrified
look
.
‘
I
know
better
than
that
.
Wait
till
you
’
re
better
and
then
I
’
ll
tell
you
.
’
Dick
looked
very
earnestly
at
his
little
friend
:
and
his
eyes
,
being
large
and
hollow
from
illness
,
assisted
the
expression
so
much
,
that
she
was
quite
frightened
,
and
besought
him
not
to
think
any
more
about
it
.
What
had
already
fallen
from
her
,
however
,
had
not
only
piqued
his
curiosity
,
but
seriously
alarmed
him
,
wherefore
he
urged
her
to
tell
him
the
worst
at
once
.
‘
Oh
there
’
s
no
worst
in
it
,
’
said
the
small
servant
.
‘
It
hasn
’
t
anything
to
do
with
you
.
’
‘
Has
it
anything
to
do
with
—
is
it
anything
you
heard
through
chinks
or
keyholes
—
and
that
you
were
not
intended
to
hear
?
’
asked
Dick
,
in
a
breathless
state
.
