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"
No
,
no
!
"
he
responded
shortly
and
somewhat
testily
.
"
Well
,
"
I
reflected
,
"
if
you
wo
n't
talk
,
you
may
be
still
;
I
'
ll
let
you
alone
now
,
and
return
to
my
book
.
"
So
I
snuffed
the
candle
and
resumed
the
perusal
of
"
Marmion
.
"
He
soon
stirred
;
my
eye
was
instantly
drawn
to
his
movements
;
he
only
took
out
a
morocco
pocket-book
,
thence
produced
a
letter
,
which
he
read
in
silence
,
folded
it
,
put
it
back
,
relapsed
into
meditation
.
It
was
vain
to
try
to
read
with
such
an
inscrutable
fixture
before
me
;
nor
could
I
,
in
impatience
,
consent
to
be
dumb
;
he
might
rebuff
me
if
he
liked
,
but
talk
I
would
.
"
Have
you
heard
from
Diana
and
Mary
lately
?
"
"
Not
since
the
letter
I
showed
you
a
week
ago
.
"
"
There
has
not
been
any
change
made
about
your
own
arrangements
?
You
will
not
be
summoned
to
leave
England
sooner
than
you
expected
?
"
"
I
fear
not
,
indeed
:
such
chance
is
too
good
to
befall
me
.
"
Baffled
so
far
,
I
changed
my
ground
.
I
bethought
myself
to
talk
about
the
school
and
my
scholars
.
"
Mary
Garrett
's
mother
is
better
,
and
Mary
came
back
to
the
school
this
morning
,
and
I
shall
have
four
new
girls
next
week
from
the
Foundry
Close
--
they
would
have
come
to-day
but
for
the
snow
.
"
"
Indeed
!
"
"
Mr.
Oliver
pays
for
two
.
"
