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"
Your
mother
has
talked
to
you
about
me
--
has
she
?
"
he
said
.
"
That
she
has
,
"
Georgy
answered
,
"
hundreds
and
hundreds
of
times
.
"
It
was
one
of
the
many
causes
for
personal
pride
with
which
old
Osborne
chose
to
recreate
himself
that
Sedley
,
his
ancient
rival
,
enemy
,
and
benefactor
,
was
in
his
last
days
so
utterly
defeated
and
humiliated
as
to
be
forced
to
accept
pecuniary
obligations
at
the
hands
of
the
man
who
had
most
injured
and
insulted
him
.
The
successful
man
of
the
world
cursed
the
old
pauper
and
relieved
him
from
time
to
time
.
As
he
furnished
George
with
money
for
his
mother
,
he
gave
the
boy
to
understand
by
hints
,
delivered
in
his
brutal
,
coarse
way
,
that
George
's
maternal
grandfather
was
but
a
wretched
old
bankrupt
and
dependant
,
and
that
John
Sedley
might
thank
the
man
to
whom
he
already
owed
ever
so
much
money
for
the
aid
which
his
generosity
now
chose
to
administer
.
George
carried
the
pompous
supplies
to
his
mother
and
the
shattered
old
widower
whom
it
was
now
the
main
business
of
her
life
to
tend
and
comfort
.
The
little
fellow
patronized
the
feeble
and
disappointed
old
man
.
It
may
have
shown
a
want
of
"
proper
pride
"
in
Amelia
that
she
chose
to
accept
these
money
benefits
at
the
hands
of
her
father
's
enemy
.
But
proper
pride
and
this
poor
lady
had
never
had
much
acquaintance
together
.
A
disposition
naturally
simple
and
demanding
protection
;
a
long
course
of
poverty
and
humility
,
of
daily
privations
,
and
hard
words
,
of
kind
offices
and
no
returns
,
had
been
her
lot
ever
since
womanhood
almost
,
or
since
her
luckless
marriage
with
George
Osborne
.
You
who
see
your
betters
bearing
up
under
this
shame
every
day
,
meekly
suffering
under
the
slights
of
fortune
,
gentle
and
unpitied
,
poor
,
and
rather
despised
for
their
poverty
,
do
you
ever
step
down
from
your
prosperity
and
wash
the
feet
of
these
poor
wearied
beggars
?
The
very
thought
of
them
is
odious
and
low
.
"
There
must
be
classes
--
there
must
be
rich
and
poor
,
"
Dives
says
,
smacking
his
claret
(
it
is
well
if
he
even
sends
the
broken
meat
out
to
Lazarus
sitting
under
the
window
)
.
Very
true
;
but
think
how
mysterious
and
often
unaccountable
it
is
--
that
lottery
of
life
which
gives
to
this
man
the
purple
and
fine
linen
and
sends
to
the
other
rags
for
garments
and
dogs
for
comforters
.
So
I
must
own
that
,
without
much
repining
,
on
the
contrary
with
something
akin
to
gratitude
,
Amelia
took
the
crumbs
that
her
father-in-law
let
drop
now
and
then
,
and
with
them
fed
her
own
parent
.
Directly
she
understood
it
to
be
her
duty
,
it
was
this
young
woman
's
nature
(
ladies
,
she
is
but
thirty
still
,
and
we
choose
to
call
her
a
young
woman
even
at
that
age
)
it
was
,
I
say
,
her
nature
to
sacrifice
herself
and
to
fling
all
that
she
had
at
the
feet
of
the
beloved
object
.
During
what
long
thankless
nights
had
she
worked
out
her
fingers
for
little
Georgy
whilst
at
home
with
her
;
what
buffets
,
scorns
,
privations
,
poverties
had
she
endured
for
father
and
mother
!
And
in
the
midst
of
all
these
solitary
resignations
and
unseen
sacrifices
,
she
did
not
respect
herself
any
more
than
the
world
respected
her
,
but
I
believe
thought
in
her
heart
that
she
was
a
poor-spirited
,
despicable
little
creature
,
whose
luck
in
life
was
only
too
good
for
her
merits
.
O
you
poor
women
!
O
you
poor
secret
martyrs
and
victims
,
whose
life
is
a
torture
,
who
are
stretched
on
racks
in
your
bedrooms
,
and
who
lay
your
heads
down
on
the
block
daily
at
the
drawing-room
table
;
every
man
who
watches
your
pains
,
or
peers
into
those
dark
places
where
the
torture
is
administered
to
you
,
must
pity
you
--
and
--
and
thank
God
that
he
has
a
beard
.
I
recollect
seeing
,
years
ago
,
at
the
prisons
for
idiots
and
madmen
at
Bicetre
,
near
Paris
,
a
poor
wretch
bent
down
under
the
bondage
of
his
imprisonment
and
his
personal
infirmity
,
to
whom
one
of
our
party
gave
a
halfpenny
worth
of
snuff
in
a
cornet
or
"
screw
"
of
paper
.
The
kindness
was
too
much
for
the
poor
epileptic
creature
.
He
cried
in
an
anguish
of
delight
and
gratitude
:
if
anybody
gave
you
and
me
a
thousand
a
year
,
or
saved
our
lives
,
we
could
not
be
so
affected
.
And
so
,
if
you
properly
tyrannize
over
a
woman
,
you
will
find
a
h
'
p
'
orth
of
kindness
act
upon
her
and
bring
tears
into
her
eyes
,
as
though
you
were
an
angel
benefiting
her
.
Some
such
boons
as
these
were
the
best
which
Fortune
allotted
to
poor
little
Amelia
.
Her
life
,
begun
not
unprosperously
,
had
come
down
to
this
--
to
a
mean
prison
and
a
long
,
ignoble
bondage
.
Little
George
visited
her
captivity
sometimes
and
consoled
it
with
feeble
gleams
of
encouragement
.
Russell
Square
was
the
boundary
of
her
prison
:
she
might
walk
thither
occasionally
,
but
was
always
back
to
sleep
in
her
cell
at
night
;
to
perform
cheerless
duties
;
to
watch
by
thankless
sick-beds
;
to
suffer
the
harassment
and
tyranny
of
querulous
disappointed
old
age
.
How
many
thousands
of
people
are
there
,
women
for
the
most
part
,
who
are
doomed
to
endure
this
long
slavery
?
--
who
are
hospital
nurses
without
wages
--
sisters
of
Charity
,
if
you
like
,
without
the
romance
and
the
sentiment
of
sacrifice
--
who
strive
,
fast
,
watch
,
and
suffer
,
unpitied
,
and
fade
away
ignobly
and
unknown
.
The
hidden
and
awful
Wisdom
which
apportions
the
destinies
of
mankind
is
pleased
so
to
humiliate
and
cast
down
the
tender
,
good
,
and
wise
,
and
to
set
up
the
selfish
,
the
foolish
,
or
the
wicked
.
Oh
,
be
humble
,
my
brother
,
in
your
prosperity
!
Be
gentle
with
those
who
are
less
lucky
,
if
not
more
deserving
.
Think
,
what
right
have
you
to
be
scornful
,
whose
virtue
is
a
deficiency
of
temptation
,
whose
success
may
be
a
chance
,
whose
rank
may
be
an
ancestor
's
accident
,
whose
prosperity
is
very
likely
a
satire
.
They
buried
Amelia
's
mother
in
the
churchyard
at
Brompton
,
upon
just
such
a
rainy
,
dark
day
as
Amelia
recollected
when
first
she
had
been
there
to
marry
George
.
Her
little
boy
sat
by
her
side
in
pompous
new
sables
.
She
remembered
the
old
pew-woman
and
clerk
.
Her
thoughts
were
away
in
other
times
as
the
parson
read
.
But
that
she
held
George
's
hand
in
her
own
,
perhaps
she
would
have
liked
to
change
places
with
...
Then
,
as
usual
,
she
felt
ashamed
of
her
selfish
thoughts
and
prayed
inwardly
to
be
strengthened
to
do
her
duty
.
