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Mr
.
Dick
nodded
.
‘
I
thought
nothing
would
have
frightened
her
,
’
he
said
,
‘
for
she
’
s
—
—
’
here
he
whispered
softly
,
‘
don
’
t
mention
it
—
the
wisest
and
most
wonderful
of
women
.
’
Having
said
which
,
he
drew
back
,
to
observe
the
effect
which
this
description
of
her
made
upon
me
.
‘
The
first
time
he
came
,
’
said
Mr
.
Dick
,
‘
was
-
let
me
see
-
sixteen
hundred
and
forty
-
nine
was
the
date
of
King
Charles
’
s
execution
.
I
think
you
said
sixteen
hundred
and
forty
-
nine
?
’
‘
Yes
,
sir
.
’
‘
I
don
’
t
know
how
it
can
be
,
’
said
Mr
.
Dick
,
sorely
puzzled
and
shaking
his
head
.
‘
I
don
’
t
think
I
am
as
old
as
that
.
’
‘
Was
it
in
that
year
that
the
man
appeared
,
sir
?
’
I
asked
.
‘
Why
,
really
’
said
Mr
.
Dick
,
‘
I
don
’
t
see
how
it
can
have
been
in
that
year
,
Trotwood
.
Did
you
get
that
date
out
of
history
?
’
‘
Yes
,
sir
.
’
‘
I
suppose
history
never
lies
,
does
it
?
’
said
Mr
.
Dick
,
with
a
gleam
of
hope
.
‘
Oh
dear
,
no
,
sir
!
’
I
replied
,
most
decisively
.
I
was
ingenuous
and
young
,
and
I
thought
so
.
