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‘
Oh
,
if
God
would
only
let
that
come
about
!
’
said
the
child
with
streaming
eyes
;
‘
but
it
is
a
long
time
now
,
since
he
first
began
to
—
I
thought
I
saw
that
door
moving
!
’
‘
It
’
s
the
wind
,
’
said
Mrs
Quilp
,
faintly
.
‘
Began
to
—
’
‘
To
be
so
thoughtful
and
dejected
,
and
to
forget
our
old
way
of
spending
the
time
in
the
long
evenings
,
’
said
the
child
.
‘
I
used
to
read
to
him
by
the
fireside
,
and
he
sat
listening
,
and
when
I
stopped
and
we
began
to
talk
,
he
told
me
about
my
mother
,
and
how
she
once
looked
and
spoke
just
like
me
when
she
was
a
little
child
.
Then
he
used
to
take
me
on
his
knee
,
and
try
to
make
me
understand
that
she
was
not
lying
in
her
grave
,
but
had
flown
to
a
beautiful
country
beyond
the
sky
where
nothing
died
or
ever
grew
old
—
we
were
very
happy
once
!
’
‘
Nelly
,
Nelly
!
’
said
the
poor
woman
,
‘
I
can
’
t
bear
to
see
one
as
young
as
you
so
sorrowful
.
Pray
don
’
t
cry
.
’
‘
I
do
so
very
seldom
,
’
said
Nell
,
‘
but
I
have
kept
this
to
myself
a
long
time
,
and
I
am
not
quite
well
,
I
think
,
for
the
tears
come
into
my
eyes
and
I
cannot
keep
them
back
.
I
don
’
t
mind
telling
you
my
grief
,
for
I
know
you
will
not
tell
it
to
any
one
again
.
’
Mrs
Quilp
turned
away
her
head
and
made
no
answer
.
‘
Then
,
’
said
the
child
,
‘
we
often
walked
in
the
fields
and
among
the
green
trees
,
and
when
we
came
home
at
night
,
we
liked
it
better
for
being
tired
,
and
said
what
a
happy
place
it
was
.
And
if
it
was
dark
and
rather
dull
,
we
used
to
say
,
what
did
it
matter
to
us
,
for
it
only
made
us
remember
our
last
walk
with
greater
pleasure
,
and
look
forward
to
our
next
one
.
But
now
we
never
have
these
walks
,
and
though
it
is
the
same
house
it
is
darker
and
much
more
gloomy
than
it
used
to
be
,
indeed
!
’
She
paused
here
,
but
though
the
door
creaked
more
than
once
,
Mrs
Quilp
said
nothing
.
‘
Mind
you
don
’
t
suppose
,
’
said
the
child
earnestly
,
‘
that
grandfather
is
less
kind
to
me
than
he
was
.
I
think
he
loves
me
better
every
day
,
and
is
kinder
and
more
affectionate
than
he
was
the
day
before
.
You
do
not
know
how
fond
he
is
of
me
!
’
