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’
I
said
he
was
a
hound
,
which
,
at
the
moment
,
was
a
great
satisfaction
to
me
.
‘
At
the
time
I
speak
of
,
as
the
time
when
papa
spoke
to
me
,
’
pursued
Agnes
,
‘
he
had
told
papa
that
he
was
going
away
;
that
he
was
very
sorry
,
and
unwilling
to
leave
,
but
that
he
had
better
prospects
.
Papa
was
very
much
depressed
then
,
and
more
bowed
down
by
care
than
ever
you
or
I
have
seen
him
;
but
he
seemed
relieved
by
this
expedient
of
the
partnership
,
though
at
the
same
time
he
seemed
hurt
by
it
and
ashamed
of
it
.
’
‘
And
how
did
you
receive
it
,
Agnes
?
’
‘
I
did
,
Trotwood
,
’
she
replied
,
‘
what
I
hope
was
right
.
Feeling
sure
that
it
was
necessary
for
papa
’
s
peace
that
the
sacrifice
should
be
made
,
I
entreated
him
to
make
it
.
I
said
it
would
lighten
the
load
of
his
life
—
I
hope
it
will
!
—
and
that
it
would
give
me
increased
opportunities
of
being
his
companion
.
Oh
,
Trotwood
!
’
cried
Agnes
,
putting
her
hands
before
her
face
,
as
her
tears
started
on
it
,
‘
I
almost
feel
as
if
I
had
been
papa
’
s
enemy
,
instead
of
his
loving
child
.
For
I
know
how
he
has
altered
,
in
his
devotion
to
me
.
I
know
how
he
has
narrowed
the
circle
of
his
sympathies
and
duties
,
in
the
concentration
of
his
whole
mind
upon
me
.
I
know
what
a
multitude
of
things
he
has
shut
out
for
my
sake
,
and
how
his
anxious
thoughts
of
me
have
shadowed
his
life
,
and
weakened
his
strength
and
energy
,
by
turning
them
always
upon
one
idea
.
If
I
could
ever
set
this
right
!
If
I
could
ever
work
out
his
restoration
,
as
I
have
so
innocently
been
the
cause
of
his
decline
!
’
I
had
never
before
seen
Agnes
cry
.
I
had
seen
tears
in
her
eyes
when
I
had
brought
new
honours
home
from
school
,
and
I
had
seen
them
there
when
we
last
spoke
about
her
father
,
and
I
had
seen
her
turn
her
gentle
head
aside
when
we
took
leave
of
one
another
;
but
I
had
never
seen
her
grieve
like
this
.
It
made
me
so
sorry
that
I
could
only
say
,
in
a
foolish
,
helpless
manner
,
‘
Pray
,
Agnes
,
don
’
t
!
Don
’
t
,
my
dear
sister
!
’
But
Agnes
was
too
superior
to
me
in
character
and
purpose
,
as
I
know
well
now
,
whatever
I
might
know
or
not
know
then
,
to
be
long
in
need
of
my
entreaties
.
The
beautiful
,
calm
manner
,
which
makes
her
so
different
in
my
remembrance
from
everybody
else
,
came
back
again
,
as
if
a
cloud
had
passed
from
a
serene
sky
.
‘
We
are
not
likely
to
remain
alone
much
longer
,
’
said
Agnes
,
‘
and
while
I
have
an
opportunity
,
let
me
earnestly
entreat
you
,
Trotwood
,
to
be
friendly
to
Uriah
.
Don
’
t
repel
him
.
Don
’
t
resent
(
as
I
think
you
have
a
general
disposition
to
do
)
what
may
be
uncongenial
to
you
in
him
.
He
may
not
deserve
it
,
for
we
know
no
certain
ill
of
him
.
In
any
case
,
think
first
of
papa
and
me
!
’
Agnes
had
no
time
to
say
more
,
for
the
room
door
opened
,
and
Mrs
.
Waterbrook
,
who
was
a
large
lady
—
or
who
wore
a
large
dress
:
I
don
’
t
exactly
know
which
,
for
I
don
’
t
know
which
was
dress
and
which
was
lady
—
came
sailing
in
.
