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‘
Hush
!
Pray
!
’
she
answered
,
I
could
not
conceive
why
.
‘
You
disturb
the
company
.
Look
at
the
stage
!
’
I
tried
,
on
her
injunction
,
to
fix
it
,
and
to
hear
something
of
what
was
going
on
there
,
but
quite
in
vain
.
I
looked
at
her
again
by
and
by
,
and
saw
her
shrink
into
her
corner
,
and
put
her
gloved
hand
to
her
forehead
.
‘
Agnes
!
’
I
said
.
‘
I
’
mafraidyou
’
renorwell
.
’
‘
Yes
,
yes
.
Do
not
mind
me
,
Trotwood
,
’
she
returned
.
‘
Listen
!
Are
you
going
away
soon
?
’
‘
Amigoarawaysoo
?
’
I
repeated
.
‘
Yes
.
’
I
had
a
stupid
intention
of
replying
that
I
was
going
to
wait
,
to
hand
her
downstairs
.
I
suppose
I
expressed
it
,
somehow
;
for
after
she
had
looked
at
me
attentively
for
a
little
while
,
she
appeared
to
understand
,
and
replied
in
a
low
tone
:
‘
I
know
you
will
do
as
I
ask
you
,
if
I
tell
you
I
am
very
earnest
in
it
.
Go
away
now
,
Trotwood
,
for
my
sake
,
and
ask
your
friends
to
take
you
home
.
’
She
had
so
far
improved
me
,
for
the
time
,
that
though
I
was
angry
with
her
,
I
felt
ashamed
,
and
with
a
short
‘
Goori
!
’
(
which
I
intended
for
‘
Good
night
!
’
)
got
up
and
went
away
.
They
followed
,
and
I
stepped
at
once
out
of
the
box
-
door
into
my
bedroom
,
where
only
Steerforth
was
with
me
,
helping
me
to
undress
,
and
where
I
was
by
turns
telling
him
that
Agnes
was
my
sister
,
and
adjuring
him
to
bring
the
corkscrew
,
that
I
might
open
another
bottle
of
wine
.
