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‘
Sorry
,
Ma
’
am
!
’
said
Dick
,
‘
sorry
in
the
possession
of
a
Cheggs
!
But
I
wish
you
a
very
good
night
,
concluding
with
this
slight
remark
,
that
there
is
a
young
lady
growing
up
at
this
present
moment
for
me
,
who
has
not
only
great
personal
attractions
but
great
wealth
,
and
who
has
requested
her
next
of
kin
to
propose
for
my
hand
,
which
,
having
a
regard
for
some
members
of
her
family
,
I
have
consented
to
promise
.
It
’
s
a
gratifying
circumstance
which
you
’
ll
be
glad
to
hear
,
that
a
young
and
lovely
girl
is
growing
into
a
woman
expressly
on
my
account
,
and
is
now
saving
up
for
me
.
I
thought
I
’
d
mention
it
.
I
have
now
merely
to
apologize
for
trespassing
so
long
upon
your
attention
.
Good
night
.
’
‘
There
’
s
one
good
thing
springs
out
of
all
this
,
’
said
Richard
Swiviller
to
himself
when
he
had
reached
home
and
was
hanging
over
the
candle
with
the
extinguisher
in
his
hand
,
‘
which
is
,
that
I
now
go
heart
and
soul
,
neck
and
heels
,
with
Fred
in
all
his
scheme
about
little
Nelly
,
and
right
glad
he
’
ll
be
to
find
me
so
strong
upon
it
.
He
shall
know
all
about
that
to
-
morrow
,
and
in
the
meantime
,
as
it
’
s
rather
late
,
I
’
ll
try
and
get
a
wink
of
the
balmy
.
’
‘
The
balmy
’
came
almost
as
soon
as
it
was
courted
.
In
a
very
few
minutes
Mr
Swiviller
was
fast
asleep
,
dreaming
that
he
had
married
Nelly
Trent
and
come
into
the
property
,
and
that
his
first
act
of
power
was
to
lay
waste
the
market
-
garden
of
Mr
Cheggs
and
turn
it
into
a
brick
-
field
.
The
child
,
in
her
confidence
with
Mrs
Quilp
,
had
but
feebly
described
the
sadness
and
sorrow
of
her
thoughts
,
or
the
heaviness
of
the
cloud
which
overhung
her
home
,
and
cast
dark
shadows
on
its
hearth
.
Besides
that
it
was
very
difficult
to
impart
to
any
person
not
intimately
acquainted
with
the
life
she
led
,
an
adequate
sense
of
its
gloom
and
loneliness
,
a
constant
fear
of
in
some
way
committing
or
injuring
the
old
man
to
whom
she
was
so
tenderly
attached
,
had
restrained
her
,
even
in
the
midst
of
her
heart
’
s
overflowing
,
and
made
her
timid
of
allusion
to
the
main
cause
of
her
anxiety
and
distress
.
For
,
it
was
not
the
monotonous
days
unchequered
by
variety
and
uncheered
by
pleasant
companionship
,
it
was
not
the
dark
dreary
evenings
or
the
long
solitary
nights
,
it
was
not
the
absence
of
every
slight
and
easy
pleasure
for
which
young
hearts
beat
high
,
or
the
knowing
nothing
of
childhood
but
its
weakness
and
its
easily
wounded
spirit
,
that
had
wrung
such
tears
from
Nell
.
To
see
the
old
man
struck
down
beneath
the
pressure
of
some
hidden
grief
,
to
mark
his
wavering
and
unsettled
state
,
to
be
agitated
at
times
with
a
dreadful
fear
that
his
mind
was
wandering
,
and
to
trace
in
his
words
and
looks
the
dawning
of
despondent
madness
;
to
watch
and
wait
and
listen
for
confirmation
of
these
things
day
after
day
,
and
to
feel
and
know
that
,
come
what
might
,
they
were
alone
in
the
world
with
no
one
to
help
or
advise
or
care
about
them
—
these
were
causes
of
depression
and
anxiety
that
might
have
sat
heavily
on
an
older
breast
with
many
influences
at
work
to
cheer
and
gladden
it
,
but
how
heavily
on
the
mind
of
a
young
child
to
whom
they
were
ever
present
,
and
who
was
constantly
surrounded
by
all
that
could
keep
such
thoughts
in
restless
action
!
And
yet
,
to
the
old
man
’
s
vision
,
Nell
was
still
the
same
.
When
he
could
,
for
a
moment
,
disengage
his
mind
from
the
phantom
that
haunted
and
brooded
on
it
always
,
there
was
his
young
companion
with
the
same
smile
for
him
,
the
same
earnest
words
,
the
same
merry
laugh
,
the
same
love
and
care
that
,
sinking
deep
into
his
soul
,
seemed
to
have
been
present
to
him
through
his
whole
life
.
And
so
he
went
on
,
content
to
read
the
book
of
her
heart
from
the
page
first
presented
to
him
,
little
dreaming
of
the
story
that
lay
hidden
in
its
other
leaves
,
and
murmuring
within
himself
that
at
least
the
child
was
happy
.
She
had
been
once
.
She
had
gone
singing
through
the
dim
rooms
,
and
moving
with
gay
and
lightsome
step
among
their
dusty
treasures
,
making
them
older
by
her
young
life
,
and
sterner
and
more
grim
by
her
gay
and
cheerful
presence
.
But
,
now
,
the
chambers
were
cold
and
gloomy
,
and
when
she
left
her
own
little
room
to
while
away
the
tedious
hours
,
and
sat
in
one
of
them
,
she
was
still
and
motionless
as
their
inanimate
occupants
,
and
had
no
heart
to
startle
the
echoes
—
hoarse
from
their
long
silence
—
with
her
voice
.
In
one
of
these
rooms
,
was
a
window
looking
into
the
street
,
where
the
child
sat
,
many
and
many
a
long
evening
,
and
often
far
into
the
night
,
alone
and
thoughtful
.
None
are
so
anxious
as
those
who
watch
and
wait
;
at
these
times
,
mournful
fancies
came
flocking
on
her
mind
,
in
crowds
.
