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"
William
,
"
I
cried
in
a
panic
,
"
stay
where
you
are
.
"
But
he
was
gone
,
and
I
was
alone
with
a
woman
whose
eyes
were
filmy
.
Her
class
are
fond
of
scenes
.
"
If
you
please
,
ma'am
!
"
I
said
imploringly
.
But
she
kissed
my
hand
;
she
was
like
a
little
dog
.
"
It
can
be
only
the
memory
of
some
woman
,
"
said
she
,
"
that
makes
you
so
kind
to
me
and
mine
.
"
Memory
was
the
word
she
used
,
as
if
all
my
youth
were
fled
.
I
suppose
I
really
am
quite
elderly
.
"
I
should
like
to
know
her
name
,
sir
,
"
she
said
,
"
that
I
may
mention
her
with
loving
respect
in
my
prayers
.
"
I
raised
the
woman
and
told
her
the
name
.
It
was
not
Mary
.
"
But
she
has
a
home
,
"
I
said
,
"
as
you
have
,
and
I
have
none
.
Perhaps
,
ma'am
,
it
would
be
better
worth
your
while
to
mention
me
.
"
It
was
this
woman
,
now
in
health
,
whom
I
intrusted
with
the
purchase
of
the
outfits
,
"
one
for
a
boy
of
six
months
,
"
I
explained
to
her
,
"
and
one
for
a
boy
of
a
year
,
"
for
the
painter
had
boasted
to
me
of
David
's
rapid
growth
.
I
think
she
was
a
little
surprised
to
find
that
both
outfits
were
for
the
same
house
;
and
she
certainly
betrayed
an
ignoble
curiosity
about
the
mother
's
Christian
name
,
but
she
was
much
easier
to
brow-beat
than
a
fine
lady
would
have
been
,
and
I
am
sure
she
and
her
daughter
enjoyed
themselves
hugely
in
the
shops
,
from
one
of
which
I
shall
never
forget
Irene
emerging
proudly
with
a
commissionaire
,
who
conducted
her
under
an
umbrella
to
the
cab
where
I
was
lying
in
wait
.
I
think
that
was
the
most
celestial
walk
of
Irene
's
life
.
I
told
Mrs.
Hicking
to
give
the
articles
a
little
active
ill-treatment
that
they
might
not
look
quite
new
,
at
which
she
exclaimed
,
not
being
in
my
secret
,
and
then
to
forward
them
to
me
.
I
then
sent
them
to
Mary
and
rejoiced
in
my
devilish
cunning
all
the
evening
,
but
chagrin
came
in
the
morning
with
a
letter
from
her
which
showed
she
knew
all
,
that
I
was
her
Mr.
Anon
,
and
that
there
never
had
been
a
Timothy
.
I
think
I
was
never
so
gravelled
.
Even
now
I
do
n't
know
how
she
had
contrived
it
.
