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Spenlow
imagine
,
when
he
sat
opposite
to
me
after
dinner
that
day
,
with
his
pocket
-
handkerchief
over
his
head
,
how
fervently
I
was
embracing
him
,
in
my
fancy
,
as
his
son
-
in
-
law
!
Little
did
he
think
,
when
I
took
leave
of
him
at
night
,
that
he
had
just
given
his
full
consent
to
my
being
engaged
to
Dora
,
and
that
I
was
invoking
blessings
on
his
head
!
We
departed
early
in
the
morning
,
for
we
had
a
Salvage
case
coming
on
in
the
Admiralty
Court
,
requiring
a
rather
accurate
knowledge
of
the
whole
science
of
navigation
,
in
which
(
as
we
couldn
’
t
be
expected
to
know
much
about
those
matters
in
the
Commons
)
the
judge
had
entreated
two
old
Trinity
Masters
,
for
charity
’
s
sake
,
to
come
and
help
him
out
.
Dora
was
at
the
breakfast
-
table
to
make
the
tea
again
,
however
;
and
I
had
the
melancholy
pleasure
of
taking
off
my
hat
to
her
in
the
phaeton
,
as
she
stood
on
the
door
-
step
with
Jip
in
her
arms
.
What
the
Admiralty
was
to
me
that
day
;
what
nonsense
I
made
of
our
case
in
my
mind
,
as
I
listened
to
it
;
how
I
saw
‘
DORA
’
engraved
upon
the
blade
of
the
silver
oar
which
they
lay
upon
the
table
,
as
the
emblem
of
that
high
jurisdiction
;
and
how
I
felt
when
Mr
.
Spenlow
went
home
without
me
(
I
had
had
an
insane
hope
that
he
might
take
me
back
again
)
,
as
if
I
were
a
mariner
myself
,
and
the
ship
to
which
I
belonged
had
sailed
away
and
left
me
on
a
desert
island
;
I
shall
make
no
fruitless
effort
to
describe
.
If
that
sleepy
old
court
could
rouse
itself
,
and
present
in
any
visible
form
the
daydreams
I
have
had
in
it
about
Dora
,
it
would
reveal
my
truth
.
I
don
’
t
mean
the
dreams
that
I
dreamed
on
that
day
alone
,
but
day
after
day
,
from
week
to
week
,
and
term
to
term
.
I
went
there
,
not
to
attend
to
what
was
going
on
,
but
to
think
about
Dora
.
If
ever
I
bestowed
a
thought
upon
the
cases
,
as
they
dragged
their
slow
length
before
me
,
it
was
only
to
wonder
,
in
the
matrimonial
cases
(
remembering
Dora
)
,
how
it
was
that
married
people
could
ever
be
otherwise
than
happy
;
and
,
in
the
Prerogative
cases
,
to
consider
,
if
the
money
in
question
had
been
left
to
me
,
what
were
the
foremost
steps
I
should
immediately
have
taken
in
regard
to
Dora
.
Within
the
first
week
of
my
passion
,
I
bought
four
sumptuous
waistcoats
—
not
for
myself
;
I
had
no
pride
in
them
;
for
Dora
—
and
took
to
wearing
straw
-
coloured
kid
gloves
in
the
streets
,
and
laid
the
foundations
of
all
the
corns
I
have
ever
had
.
If
the
boots
I
wore
at
that
period
could
only
be
produced
and
compared
with
the
natural
size
of
my
feet
,
they
would
show
what
the
state
of
my
heart
was
,
in
a
most
affecting
manner
.
And
yet
,
wretched
cripple
as
I
made
myself
by
this
act
of
homage
to
Dora
,
I
walked
miles
upon
miles
daily
in
the
hope
of
seeing
her
.
Not
only
was
I
soon
as
well
known
on
the
Norwood
Road
as
the
postmen
on
that
beat
,
but
I
pervaded
London
likewise
.
I
walked
about
the
streets
where
the
best
shops
for
ladies
were
,
I
haunted
the
Bazaar
like
an
unquiet
spirit
,
I
fagged
through
the
Park
again
and
again
,
long
after
I
was
quite
knocked
up
.
Sometimes
,
at
long
intervals
and
on
rare
occasions
,
I
saw
her
.
Perhaps
I
saw
her
glove
waved
in
a
carriage
window
;
perhaps
I
met
her
,
walked
with
her
and
Miss
Murdstone
a
little
way
,
and
spoke
to
her
.
In
the
latter
case
I
was
always
very
miserable
afterwards
,
to
think
that
I
had
said
nothing
to
the
purpose
;
or
that
she
had
no
idea
of
the
extent
of
my
devotion
,
or
that
she
cared
nothing
about
me
.
I
was
always
looking
out
,
as
may
be
supposed
,
for
another
invitation
to
Mr
.
Spenlow
’
s
house
.
I
was
always
being
disappointed
,
for
I
got
none
.
Mrs
.
Crupp
must
have
been
a
woman
of
penetration
;
for
when
this
attachment
was
but
a
few
weeks
old
,
and
I
had
not
had
the
courage
to
write
more
explicitly
even
to
Agnes
,
than
that
I
had
been
to
Mr
.
Spenlow
’
s
house
,
‘
whose
family
,
’
I
added
,
‘
consists
of
one
daughter
’
;
—
I
say
Mrs
.
Crupp
must
have
been
a
woman
of
penetration
,
for
,
even
in
that
early
stage
,
she
found
it
out
.
She
came
up
to
me
one
evening
,
when
I
was
very
low
,
to
ask
(
she
being
then
afflicted
with
the
disorder
I
have
mentioned
)
if
I
could
oblige
her
with
a
little
tincture
of
cardamums
mixed
with
rhubarb
,
and
flavoured
with
seven
drops
of
the
essence
of
cloves
,
which
was
the
best
remedy
for
her
complaint
;
—
or
,
if
I
had
not
such
a
thing
by
me
,
with
a
little
brandy
,
which
was
the
next
best
.
It
was
not
,
she
remarked
,
so
palatable
to
her
,
but
it
was
the
next
best
.
As
I
had
never
even
heard
of
the
first
remedy
,
and
always
had
the
second
in
the
closet
,
I
gave
Mrs
.
Crupp
a
glass
of
the
second
,
which
(
that
I
might
have
no
suspicion
of
its
being
devoted
to
any
improper
use
)
she
began
to
take
in
my
presence
.
‘
Cheer
up
,
sir
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Crupp
.
‘
I
can
’
t
abear
to
see
you
so
,
sir
:
I
’
m
a
mother
myself
.
’
I
did
not
quite
perceive
the
application
of
this
fact
to
myself
,
but
I
smiled
on
Mrs
.
Crupp
,
as
benignly
as
was
in
my
power
.
‘
Come
,
sir
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Crupp
.
‘
Excuse
me
.
I
know
what
it
is
,
sir
.
There
’
s
a
lady
in
the
case
.
’
