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‘
That
you
may
begin
,
in
a
small
way
,
to
have
a
reliance
upon
yourself
,
and
to
act
for
yourself
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
‘
I
shall
send
you
upon
your
trip
,
alone
.
I
did
think
,
once
,
of
Mr
.
Dick
’
s
going
with
you
;
but
,
on
second
thoughts
,
I
shall
keep
him
to
take
care
of
me
.
’
Mr
.
Dick
,
for
a
moment
,
looked
a
little
disappointed
;
until
the
honour
and
dignity
of
having
to
take
care
of
the
most
wonderful
woman
in
the
world
,
restored
the
sunshine
to
his
face
.
‘
Besides
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
‘
there
’
s
the
Memorial
—
—
’
‘
Oh
,
certainly
,
’
said
Mr
.
Dick
,
in
a
hurry
,
‘
I
intend
,
Trotwood
,
to
get
that
done
immediately
—
it
really
must
be
done
immediately
!
And
then
it
will
go
in
,
you
know
—
and
then
—
—
’
said
Mr
.
Dick
,
after
checking
himself
,
and
pausing
a
long
time
,
‘
there
’
ll
be
a
pretty
kettle
of
fish
!
’
In
pursuance
of
my
aunt
’
s
kind
scheme
,
I
was
shortly
afterwards
fitted
out
with
a
handsome
purse
of
money
,
and
a
portmanteau
,
and
tenderly
dismissed
upon
my
expedition
.
At
parting
,
my
aunt
gave
me
some
good
advice
,
and
a
good
many
kisses
;
and
said
that
as
her
object
was
that
I
should
look
about
me
,
and
should
think
a
little
,
she
would
recommend
me
to
stay
a
few
days
in
London
,
if
I
liked
it
,
either
on
my
way
down
into
Suffolk
,
or
in
coming
back
.
In
a
word
,
I
was
at
liberty
to
do
what
I
would
,
for
three
weeks
or
a
month
;
and
no
other
conditions
were
imposed
upon
my
freedom
than
the
before
-
mentioned
thinking
and
looking
about
me
,
and
a
pledge
to
write
three
times
a
week
and
faithfully
report
myself
.
I
went
to
Canterbury
first
,
that
I
might
take
leave
of
Agnes
and
Mr
.
Wickfield
(
my
old
room
in
whose
house
I
had
not
yet
relinquished
)
,
and
also
of
the
good
Doctor
.
Agnes
was
very
glad
to
see
me
,
and
told
me
that
the
house
had
not
been
like
itself
since
I
had
left
it
.
‘
I
am
sure
I
am
not
like
myself
when
I
am
away
,
’
said
I
.
‘
I
seem
to
want
my
right
hand
,
when
I
miss
you
.
Though
that
’
s
not
saying
much
;
for
there
’
s
no
head
in
my
right
hand
,
and
no
heart
.
Everyone
who
knows
you
,
consults
with
you
,
and
is
guided
by
you
,
Agnes
.
’
‘
Everyone
who
knows
me
,
spoils
me
,
I
believe
,
’
she
answered
,
smiling
.
‘
No
.
it
’
s
because
you
are
like
no
one
else
.
You
are
so
good
,
and
so
sweet
-
tempered
.
You
have
such
a
gentle
nature
,
and
you
are
always
right
.
’
