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‘
I
done
!
’
roared
Kit
.
‘
He
cried
that
you
’
re
the
cause
of
all
his
misery
,
’
returned
the
child
with
tearful
eyes
;
‘
he
screamed
and
called
for
you
;
they
say
you
must
not
come
near
him
or
he
will
die
.
You
must
not
return
to
us
any
more
.
I
came
to
tell
you
.
I
thought
it
would
be
better
that
I
should
come
than
somebody
quite
strange
.
Oh
,
Kit
,
what
have
you
done
?
You
,
in
whom
I
trusted
so
much
,
and
who
were
almost
the
only
friend
I
had
!
’
The
unfortunate
Kit
looked
at
his
young
mistress
harder
and
harder
,
and
with
eyes
growing
wider
and
wider
,
but
was
perfectly
motionless
and
silent
.
‘
I
have
brought
his
money
for
the
week
,
’
said
the
child
,
looking
to
the
woman
and
laying
it
on
the
table
—
‘
and
—
and
—
a
little
more
,
for
he
was
always
good
and
kind
to
me
.
I
hope
he
will
be
sorry
and
do
well
somewhere
else
and
not
take
this
to
heart
too
much
.
It
grieves
me
very
much
to
part
with
him
like
this
,
but
there
is
no
help
.
It
must
be
done
Good
night
!
’
With
the
tears
streaming
down
her
face
,
and
her
slight
figure
trembling
with
the
agitation
of
the
scene
she
had
left
,
the
shock
she
had
received
,
the
errand
she
had
just
discharged
,
and
a
thousand
painful
and
affectionate
feelings
,
the
child
hastened
to
the
door
,
and
disappeared
as
rapidly
as
she
had
come
.
The
poor
woman
,
who
had
no
cause
to
doubt
her
son
,
but
every
reason
for
relying
on
his
honesty
and
truth
,
was
staggered
,
notwithstanding
,
by
his
not
having
advanced
one
word
in
his
defence
.
Visions
of
gallantry
,
knavery
,
robbery
;
and
of
the
nightly
absences
from
home
for
which
he
had
accounted
so
strangely
,
having
been
occasioned
by
some
unlawful
pursuit
;
flocked
into
her
brain
and
rendered
her
afraid
to
question
him
.
She
rocked
herself
upon
a
chair
,
wringing
her
hands
and
weeping
bitterly
,
but
Kit
made
no
attempt
to
comfort
her
and
remained
quite
bewildered
.
The
baby
in
the
cradle
woke
up
and
cried
;
the
boy
in
the
clothes
-
basket
fell
over
on
his
back
with
the
basket
upon
him
,
and
was
seen
no
more
;
the
mother
wept
louder
yet
and
rocked
faster
;
but
Kit
,
insensible
to
all
the
din
and
tumult
,
remained
in
a
state
of
utter
stupefaction
.
Quiet
and
solitude
were
destined
to
hold
uninterrupted
rule
no
longer
,
beneath
the
roof
that
sheltered
the
child
.
Next
morning
,
the
old
man
was
in
a
raging
fever
accompanied
with
delirium
;
and
sinking
under
the
influence
of
this
disorder
he
lay
for
many
weeks
in
imminent
peril
of
his
life
.
There
was
watching
enough
,
now
,
but
it
was
the
watching
of
strangers
who
made
a
greedy
trade
of
it
,
and
who
,
in
the
intervals
in
their
attendance
upon
the
sick
man
huddled
together
with
a
ghastly
good
-
fellowship
,
and
ate
and
drank
and
made
merry
;
for
disease
and
death
were
their
ordinary
household
gods
.
Yet
,
in
all
the
hurry
and
crowding
of
such
a
time
,
the
child
was
more
alone
than
she
had
ever
been
before
;
alone
in
spirit
,
alone
in
her
devotion
to
him
who
was
wasting
away
upon
his
burning
bed
;
alone
in
her
unfeigned
sorrow
,
and
her
unpurchased
sympathy
.
Day
after
day
,
and
night
after
night
,
found
her
still
by
the
pillow
of
the
unconscious
sufferer
,
still
anticipating
his
every
want
,
still
listening
to
those
repetitions
of
her
name
and
those
anxieties
and
cares
for
her
,
which
were
ever
uppermost
among
his
feverish
wanderings
.
The
house
was
no
longer
theirs
.
Even
the
sick
chamber
seemed
to
be
retained
,
on
the
uncertain
tenure
of
Mr
Quilp
’
s
favour
.
The
old
man
’
s
illness
had
not
lasted
many
days
when
he
took
formal
possession
of
the
premises
and
all
upon
them
,
in
virtue
of
certain
legal
powers
to
that
effect
,
which
few
understood
and
none
presumed
to
call
in
question
.
