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Eustacia
sat
up
and
poured
out
a
cup
of
tea
.
“
You
are
very
kind
to
me
,
Charley
,
”
she
murmured
as
she
sipped
.
“
Well
,
I
ought
to
be
,
”
said
he
diffidently
,
taking
great
trouble
not
to
rest
his
eyes
upon
her
,
though
this
was
their
only
natural
position
,
Eustacia
being
immediately
before
him
.
“
You
have
been
kind
to
me
.
”
“
How
have
I
?
”
said
Eustacia
.
“
You
let
me
hold
your
hand
when
you
were
a
maiden
at
home
.
”
“
Ah
,
so
I
did
.
Why
did
I
do
that
?
My
mind
is
lost
—
it
had
to
do
with
the
mumming
,
had
it
not
?
”
“
Yes
,
you
wanted
to
go
in
my
place
.
”
“
I
remember
.
I
do
indeed
remember
—
too
well
!
”
She
again
became
utterly
downcast
;
and
Charley
,
seeing
that
she
was
not
going
to
eat
or
drink
any
more
,
took
away
the
tray
.
Afterwards
he
occasionally
came
in
to
see
if
the
fire
was
burning
,
to
ask
her
if
she
wanted
anything
,
to
tell
her
that
the
wind
had
shifted
from
south
to
west
,
to
ask
her
if
she
would
like
him
to
gather
her
some
blackberries
;
to
all
which
inquiries
she
replied
in
the
negative
or
with
indifference
.
