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Dick
about
her
determination
to
appeal
for
redress
to
the
laws
of
her
country
,
and
to
bring
actions
for
trespass
against
the
whole
donkey
proprietorship
of
Dover
,
until
tea
-
time
.
After
tea
,
we
sat
at
the
window
—
on
the
look
-
out
,
as
I
imagined
,
from
my
aunt
’
s
sharp
expression
of
face
,
for
more
invaders
—
until
dusk
,
when
Janet
set
candles
,
and
a
backgammon
-
board
,
on
the
table
,
and
pulled
down
the
blinds
.
‘
Now
,
Mr
.
Dick
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
with
her
grave
look
,
and
her
forefinger
up
as
before
,
‘
I
am
going
to
ask
you
another
question
.
Look
at
this
child
.
’
‘
David
’
s
son
?
’
said
Mr
.
Dick
,
with
an
attentive
,
puzzled
face
.
‘
Exactly
so
,
’
returned
my
aunt
.
‘
What
would
you
do
with
him
,
now
?
’
‘
Do
with
David
’
s
son
?
’
said
Mr
.
Dick
.
‘
Ay
,
’
replied
my
aunt
,
‘
with
David
’
s
son
.
’
‘
Oh
!
’
said
Mr
.
Dick
.
‘
Yes
.
Do
with
—
I
should
put
him
to
bed
.
’
‘
Janet
!
’
cried
my
aunt
,
with
the
same
complacent
triumph
that
I
had
remarked
before
.
‘
Mr
.
Dick
sets
us
all
right
.
If
the
bed
is
ready
,
we
’
ll
take
him
up
to
it
.
’
Janet
reporting
it
to
be
quite
ready
,
I
was
taken
up
to
it
;
kindly
,
but
in
some
sort
like
a
prisoner
;
my
aunt
going
in
front
and
Janet
bringing
up
the
rear
.
