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‘
She
has
a
pretty
face
,
has
she
not
?
’
‘
Why
,
certainly
,
’
replied
Dick
.
‘
I
must
say
for
her
that
there
’
s
not
any
very
strong
family
likeness
between
her
and
you
.
’
‘
Has
she
a
pretty
face
,
’
repeated
his
friend
impatiently
.
‘
Yes
,
’
said
Dick
,
‘
she
has
a
pretty
face
,
a
very
pretty
face
.
What
of
that
?
’
‘
I
’
ll
tell
you
,
’
returned
his
friend
.
‘
It
’
s
very
plain
that
the
old
man
and
I
will
remain
at
daggers
drawn
to
the
end
of
our
lives
,
and
that
I
have
nothing
to
expect
from
him
.
You
see
that
,
I
suppose
?
’
‘
A
bat
might
see
that
,
with
the
sun
shining
,
’
said
Dick
.
‘
It
’
s
equally
plain
that
the
money
which
the
old
flint
—
rot
him
—
first
taught
me
to
expect
that
I
should
share
with
her
at
his
death
,
will
all
be
hers
,
is
it
not
?
’
‘
I
should
said
it
was
,
’
replied
Dick
;
‘
unless
the
way
in
which
I
put
the
case
to
him
,
made
an
impression
.
It
may
have
done
so
.
It
was
powerful
,
Fred
.
‘
Here
is
a
jolly
old
grandfather
’
—
that
was
strong
,
I
thought
—
very
friendly
and
natural
.
Did
it
strike
you
in
that
way
?
’
‘
It
didn
’
t
strike
him
,
’
returned
the
other
,
‘
so
we
needn
’
t
discuss
it
.
Now
look
here
.
Nell
is
nearly
fourteen
.
’
‘
Fine
girl
of
her
age
,
but
small
,
’
observed
Richard
Swiveller
parenthetically
.
