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He
said
this
with
such
evident
surprise
that
I
was
perplexed
what
answer
to
make
,
and
the
more
so
because
coupled
with
something
feeble
and
wandering
in
his
manner
,
there
were
in
his
face
marks
of
deep
and
anxious
thought
which
convinced
me
that
he
could
not
be
,
as
I
had
been
at
first
inclined
to
suppose
,
in
a
state
of
dotage
or
imbecility
.
‘
I
don
’
t
think
you
consider
—
’
I
began
.
‘
I
don
’
t
consider
!
’
cried
the
old
man
interrupting
me
,
‘
I
don
’
t
consider
her
!
Ah
,
how
little
you
know
of
the
truth
!
Little
Nelly
,
little
Nelly
!
’
It
would
be
impossible
for
any
man
,
I
care
not
what
his
form
of
speech
might
be
,
to
express
more
affection
than
the
dealer
in
curiosities
did
,
in
these
four
words
.
I
waited
for
him
to
speak
again
,
but
he
rested
his
chin
upon
his
hand
and
shaking
his
head
twice
or
thrice
fixed
his
eyes
upon
the
fire
.
While
we
were
sitting
thus
in
silence
,
the
door
of
the
closet
opened
,
and
the
child
returned
,
her
light
brown
hair
hanging
loose
about
her
neck
,
and
her
face
flushed
with
the
haste
she
had
made
to
rejoin
us
.
She
busied
herself
immediately
in
preparing
supper
,
and
while
she
was
thus
engaged
I
remarked
that
the
old
man
took
an
opportunity
of
observing
me
more
closely
than
he
had
done
yet
.
I
was
surprised
to
see
that
all
this
time
everything
was
done
by
the
child
,
and
that
there
appeared
to
be
no
other
persons
but
ourselves
in
the
house
.
I
took
advantage
of
a
moment
when
she
was
absent
to
venture
a
hint
on
this
point
,
to
which
the
old
man
replied
that
there
were
few
grown
persons
as
trustworthy
or
as
careful
as
she
.
‘
It
always
grieves
me
,
’
I
observed
,
roused
by
what
I
took
to
be
his
selfishness
,
‘
it
always
grieves
me
to
contemplate
the
initiation
of
children
into
the
ways
of
life
,
when
they
are
scarcely
more
than
infants
.
It
checks
their
confidence
and
simplicity
—
two
of
the
best
qualities
that
Heaven
gives
them
—
and
demands
that
they
share
our
sorrows
before
they
are
capable
of
entering
into
our
enjoyments
.
’
‘
It
will
never
check
hers
,
’
said
the
old
man
looking
steadily
at
me
,
‘
the
springs
are
too
deep
.
Besides
,
the
children
of
the
poor
know
but
few
pleasures
.
Even
the
cheap
delights
of
childhood
must
be
bought
and
paid
for
.
’
‘
But
—
forgive
me
for
saying
this
—
you
are
surely
not
so
very
poor
’
—
said
I
.
‘
She
is
not
my
child
,
sir
,
’
returned
the
old
man
.
‘
Her
mother
was
,
and
she
was
poor
.
I
save
nothing
—
not
a
penny
—
though
I
live
as
you
see
,
but
’
—
he
laid
his
hand
upon
my
arm
and
leant
forward
to
whisper
—
‘
she
shall
be
rich
one
of
these
days
,
and
a
fine
lady
.
Don
’
t
you
think
ill
of
me
because
I
use
her
help
.
She
gives
it
cheerfully
as
you
see
,
and
it
would
break
her
heart
if
she
knew
that
I
suffered
anybody
else
to
do
for
me
what
her
little
hands
could
undertake
.
