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‘
Not
now
,
mama
,
’
she
pleaded
in
a
low
tone
.
‘
My
dear
,
you
absolutely
are
,
on
some
subjects
,
one
of
the
most
ridiculous
persons
in
the
world
,
’
returned
her
mother
,
‘
and
perhaps
the
most
unnatural
to
the
claims
of
your
own
family
.
We
never
should
have
heard
of
the
letter
at
all
,
I
believe
,
unless
I
had
asked
for
it
myself
.
Do
you
call
that
confidence
,
my
love
,
towards
Doctor
Strong
?
I
am
surprised
.
You
ought
to
know
better
.
’
The
letter
was
reluctantly
produced
;
and
as
I
handed
it
to
the
old
lady
,
I
saw
how
the
unwilling
hand
from
which
I
took
it
,
trembled
.
‘
Now
let
us
see
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Markleham
,
putting
her
glass
to
her
eye
,
‘
where
the
passage
is
.
“
The
remembrance
of
old
times
,
my
dearest
Annie
”
—
and
so
forth
—
it
’
s
not
there
.
“
The
amiable
old
Proctor
”
—
who
’
s
he
?
Dear
me
,
Annie
,
how
illegibly
your
cousin
Maldon
writes
,
and
how
stupid
I
am
!
“
Doctor
,
”
of
course
.
Ah
!
amiable
indeed
!
’
Here
she
left
off
,
to
kiss
her
fan
again
,
and
shake
it
at
the
Doctor
,
who
was
looking
at
us
in
a
state
of
placid
satisfaction
.
‘
Now
I
have
found
it
.
“
You
may
not
be
surprised
to
hear
,
Annie
,
”
—
no
,
to
be
sure
,
knowing
that
he
never
was
really
strong
;
what
did
I
say
just
now
?
—
“
that
I
have
undergone
so
much
in
this
distant
place
,
as
to
have
decided
to
leave
it
at
all
hazards
;
on
sick
leave
,
if
I
can
;
on
total
resignation
,
if
that
is
not
to
be
obtained
.
What
I
have
endured
,
and
do
endure
here
,
is
insupportable
.
”
And
but
for
the
promptitude
of
that
best
of
creatures
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Markleham
,
telegraphing
the
Doctor
as
before
,
and
refolding
the
letter
,
‘
it
would
be
insupportable
to
me
to
think
of
.
’
Mr
.
Wickfield
said
not
one
word
,
though
the
old
lady
looked
to
him
as
if
for
his
commentary
on
this
intelligence
;
but
sat
severely
silent
,
with
his
eyes
fixed
on
the
ground
.
Long
after
the
subject
was
dismissed
,
and
other
topics
occupied
us
,
he
remained
so
;
seldom
raising
his
eyes
,
unless
to
rest
them
for
a
moment
,
with
a
thoughtful
frown
,
upon
the
Doctor
,
or
his
wife
,
or
both
.
The
Doctor
was
very
fond
of
music
.
Agnes
sang
with
great
sweetness
and
expression
,
and
so
did
Mrs
.
Strong
.
They
sang
together
,
and
played
duets
together
,
and
we
had
quite
a
little
concert
.
But
I
remarked
two
things
:
first
,
that
though
Annie
soon
recovered
her
composure
,
and
was
quite
herself
,
there
was
a
blank
between
her
and
Mr
.
Wickfield
which
separated
them
wholly
from
each
other
;
secondly
,
that
Mr
.
Wickfield
seemed
to
dislike
the
intimacy
between
her
and
Agnes
,
and
to
watch
it
with
uneasiness
.
And
now
,
I
must
confess
,
the
recollection
of
what
I
had
seen
on
that
night
when
Mr
.
Maldon
went
away
,
first
began
to
return
upon
me
with
a
meaning
it
had
never
had
,
and
to
trouble
me
.
The
innocent
beauty
of
her
face
was
not
as
innocent
to
me
as
it
had
been
;
I
mistrusted
the
natural
grace
and
charm
of
her
manner
;
and
when
I
looked
at
Agnes
by
her
side
,
and
thought
how
good
and
true
Agnes
was
,
suspicions
arose
within
me
that
it
was
an
ill
-
assorted
friendship
.
She
was
so
happy
in
it
herself
,
however
,
and
the
other
was
so
happy
too
,
that
they
made
the
evening
fly
away
as
if
it
were
but
an
hour
.
It
closed
in
an
incident
which
I
well
remember
.
They
were
taking
leave
of
each
other
,
and
Agnes
was
going
to
embrace
her
and
kiss
her
,
when
Mr
.
Wickfield
stepped
between
them
,
as
if
by
accident
,
and
drew
Agnes
quickly
away
.
Then
I
saw
,
as
though
all
the
intervening
time
had
been
cancelled
,
and
I
were
still
standing
in
the
doorway
on
the
night
of
the
departure
,
the
expression
of
that
night
in
the
face
of
Mrs
.
Strong
,
as
it
confronted
his
.
I
cannot
say
what
an
impression
this
made
upon
me
,
or
how
impossible
I
found
it
,
when
I
thought
of
her
afterwards
,
to
separate
her
from
this
look
,
and
remember
her
face
in
its
innocent
loveliness
again
.
It
haunted
me
when
I
got
home
.
I
seemed
to
have
left
the
Doctor
’
s
roof
with
a
dark
cloud
lowering
on
it
.
The
reverence
that
I
had
for
his
grey
head
,
was
mingled
with
commiseration
for
his
faith
in
those
who
were
treacherous
to
him
,
and
with
resentment
against
those
who
injured
him
.
