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How
could
she
ever
have
thought
of
bidding
them
farewell
in
triumph
,
when
the
recollection
of
the
many
hours
she
had
passed
among
them
rose
to
her
swelling
heart
,
and
made
her
feel
the
wish
a
cruelty
:
lonely
and
sad
though
many
of
those
hours
had
been
!
She
sat
down
at
the
window
where
she
had
spent
so
many
evenings
—
darker
far
than
this
—
and
every
thought
of
hope
or
cheerfulness
that
had
occurred
to
her
in
that
place
came
vividly
upon
her
mind
,
and
blotted
out
all
its
dull
and
mournful
associations
in
an
instant
.
Her
own
little
room
too
,
where
she
had
so
often
knelt
down
and
prayed
at
night
—
prayed
for
the
time
which
she
hoped
was
dawning
now
—
the
little
room
where
she
had
slept
so
peacefully
,
and
dreamed
such
pleasant
dreams
!
It
was
hard
not
to
be
able
to
glance
round
it
once
more
,
and
to
be
forced
to
leave
it
without
one
kind
look
or
grateful
tear
.
There
were
some
trifles
there
—
poor
useless
things
—
that
she
would
have
liked
to
take
away
;
but
that
was
impossible
.
This
brought
to
mind
her
bird
,
her
poor
bird
,
who
hung
there
yet
.
She
wept
bitterly
for
the
loss
of
this
little
creature
—
until
the
idea
occurred
to
her
—
she
did
not
know
how
,
or
why
,
it
came
into
her
head
—
that
it
might
,
by
some
means
,
fall
into
the
hands
of
Kit
who
would
keep
it
for
her
sake
,
and
think
,
perhaps
,
that
she
had
left
it
behind
in
the
hope
that
he
might
have
it
,
and
as
an
assurance
that
she
was
grateful
to
him
.
She
was
calmed
and
comforted
by
the
thought
,
and
went
to
rest
with
a
lighter
heart
.
From
many
dreams
of
rambling
through
light
and
sunny
places
,
but
with
some
vague
object
unattained
which
ran
indistinctly
through
them
all
,
she
awoke
to
find
that
it
was
yet
night
,
and
that
the
stars
were
shining
brightly
in
the
sky
.
At
length
,
the
day
began
to
glimmer
,
and
the
stars
to
grow
pale
and
dim
.
As
soon
as
she
was
sure
of
this
,
she
arose
,
and
dressed
herself
for
the
journey
.
The
old
man
was
yet
asleep
,
and
as
she
was
unwilling
to
disturb
him
,
she
left
him
to
slumber
on
,
until
the
sun
rose
.
He
was
anxious
that
they
should
leave
the
house
without
a
minute
’
s
loss
of
time
,
and
was
soon
ready
.
The
child
then
took
him
by
the
hand
,
and
they
trod
lightly
and
cautiously
down
the
stairs
,
trembling
whenever
a
board
creaked
,
and
often
stopping
to
listen
.
The
old
man
had
forgotten
a
kind
of
wallet
which
contained
the
light
burden
he
had
to
carry
;
and
the
going
back
a
few
steps
to
fetch
it
seemed
an
interminable
delay
.
At
last
they
reached
the
passage
on
the
ground
floor
,
where
the
snoring
of
Mr
Quilp
and
his
legal
friend
sounded
more
terrible
in
their
ears
than
the
roars
of
lions
.
The
bolts
of
the
door
were
rusty
,
and
difficult
to
unfasten
without
noise
.
When
they
were
all
drawn
back
,
it
was
found
to
be
locked
,
and
worst
of
all
,
the
key
was
gone
.
Then
the
child
remembered
,
for
the
first
time
,
one
of
the
nurses
having
told
her
that
Quilp
always
locked
both
the
house
-
doors
at
night
,
and
kept
the
keys
on
the
table
in
his
bedroom
.
It
was
not
without
great
fear
and
trepidation
that
little
Nell
slipped
off
her
shoes
and
gliding
through
the
store
-
room
of
old
curiosities
,
where
Mr
Brass
—
the
ugliest
piece
of
goods
in
all
the
stock
—
lay
sleeping
on
a
mattress
,
passed
into
her
own
little
chamber
.
Here
she
stood
,
for
a
few
moments
,
quite
transfixed
with
terror
at
the
sight
of
Mr
Quilp
,
who
was
hanging
so
far
out
of
bed
that
he
almost
seemed
to
be
standing
on
his
head
,
and
who
,
either
from
the
uneasiness
of
this
posture
,
or
in
one
of
his
agreeable
habits
,
was
gasping
and
growling
with
his
mouth
wide
open
,
and
the
whites
(
or
rather
the
dirty
yellows
)
of
his
eyes
distinctly
visible
.
It
was
no
time
,
however
,
to
ask
whether
anything
ailed
him
;
so
,
possessing
herself
of
the
key
after
one
hasty
glance
about
the
room
,
and
repassing
the
prostrate
Mr
Brass
,
she
rejoined
the
old
man
in
safety
.
They
got
the
door
open
without
noise
,
and
passing
into
the
street
,
stood
still
.
‘
Which
way
?
’
said
the
child
.
