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I
thank
Mr
.
Chestle
warmly
,
and
shake
hands
.
I
think
I
am
in
a
happy
dream
.
I
waltz
with
the
eldest
Miss
Larkins
once
again
.
She
says
I
waltz
so
well
!
I
go
home
in
a
state
of
unspeakable
bliss
,
and
waltz
in
imagination
,
all
night
long
,
with
my
arm
round
the
blue
waist
of
my
dear
divinity
.
For
some
days
afterwards
,
I
am
lost
in
rapturous
reflections
;
but
I
neither
see
her
in
the
street
,
nor
when
I
call
.
I
am
imperfectly
consoled
for
this
disappointment
by
the
sacred
pledge
,
the
perished
flower
.
‘
Trotwood
,
’
says
Agnes
,
one
day
after
dinner
.
‘
Who
do
you
think
is
going
to
be
married
tomorrow
?
Someone
you
admire
.
’
‘
Not
you
,
I
suppose
,
Agnes
?
’
‘
Not
me
!
’
raising
her
cheerful
face
from
the
music
she
is
copying
‘
Do
you
hear
him
,
Papa
?
—
The
eldest
Miss
Larkins
.
’
‘
To
—
to
Captain
Bailey
?
’
I
have
just
enough
power
to
ask
.
‘
No
;
to
no
Captain
.
To
Mr
.
Chestle
,
a
hop
-
grower
.
’
I
am
terribly
dejected
for
about
a
week
or
two
.
I
take
off
my
ring
,
I
wear
my
worst
clothes
,
I
use
no
bear
’
s
grease
,
and
I
frequently
lament
over
the
late
Miss
Larkins
’
s
faded
flower
.
Being
,
by
that
time
,
rather
tired
of
this
kind
of
life
,
and
having
received
new
provocation
from
the
butcher
,
I
throw
the
flower
away
,
go
out
with
the
butcher
,
and
gloriously
defeat
him
.
This
,
and
the
resumption
of
my
ring
,
as
well
as
of
the
bear
’
s
grease
in
moderation
,
are
the
last
marks
I
can
discern
,
now
,
in
my
progress
to
seventeen
.
Iam
doubtful
whether
I
was
at
heart
glad
or
sorry
,
when
my
school
-
days
drew
to
an
end
,
and
the
time
came
for
my
leaving
Doctor
Strong
’
s
.
I
had
been
very
happy
there
,
I
had
a
great
attachment
for
the
Doctor
,
and
I
was
eminent
and
distinguished
in
that
little
world
.
For
these
reasons
I
was
sorry
to
go
;
but
for
other
reasons
,
unsubstantial
enough
,
I
was
glad
.
Misty
ideas
of
being
a
young
man
at
my
own
disposal
,
of
the
importance
attaching
to
a
young
man
at
his
own
disposal
,
of
the
wonderful
things
to
be
seen
and
done
by
that
magnificent
animal
,
and
the
wonderful
effects
he
could
not
fail
to
make
upon
society
,
lured
me
away
.
So
powerful
were
these
visionary
considerations
in
my
boyish
mind
,
that
I
seem
,
according
to
my
present
way
of
thinking
,
to
have
left
school
without
natural
regret
.
The
separation
has
not
made
the
impression
on
me
,
that
other
separations
have
.
I
try
in
vain
to
recall
how
I
felt
about
it
,
and
what
its
circumstances
were
;
but
it
is
not
momentous
in
my
recollection
.
I
suppose
the
opening
prospect
confused
me
.
I
know
that
my
juvenile
experiences
went
for
little
or
nothing
then
;
and
that
life
was
more
like
a
great
fairy
story
,
which
I
was
just
about
to
begin
to
read
,
than
anything
else
.
