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I
had
loved
her
every
minute
,
day
and
night
,
since
I
first
saw
her
.
I
loved
her
at
that
minute
to
distraction
.
I
should
always
love
her
,
every
minute
,
to
distraction
.
Lovers
had
loved
before
,
and
lovers
would
love
again
;
but
no
lover
had
loved
,
might
,
could
,
would
,
or
should
ever
love
,
as
I
loved
Dora
.
The
more
I
raved
,
the
more
Jip
barked
.
Each
of
us
,
in
his
own
way
,
got
more
mad
every
moment
.
Well
,
well
!
Dora
and
I
were
sitting
on
the
sofa
by
and
by
,
quiet
enough
,
and
Jip
was
lying
in
her
lap
,
winking
peacefully
at
me
.
It
was
off
my
mind
.
I
was
in
a
state
of
perfect
rapture
.
Dora
and
I
were
engaged
.
I
suppose
we
had
some
notion
that
this
was
to
end
in
marriage
.
We
must
have
had
some
,
because
Dora
stipulated
that
we
were
never
to
be
married
without
her
papa
’
s
consent
.
But
,
in
our
youthful
ecstasy
,
I
don
’
t
think
that
we
really
looked
before
us
or
behind
us
;
or
had
any
aspiration
beyond
the
ignorant
present
.
We
were
to
keep
our
secret
from
Mr
.
Spenlow
;
but
I
am
sure
the
idea
never
entered
my
head
,
then
,
that
there
was
anything
dishonourable
in
that
.
Miss
Mills
was
more
than
usually
pensive
when
Dora
,
going
to
find
her
,
brought
her
back
;
—
I
apprehend
,
because
there
was
a
tendency
in
what
had
passed
to
awaken
the
slumbering
echoes
in
the
caverns
of
Memory
.
But
she
gave
us
her
blessing
,
and
the
assurance
of
her
lasting
friendship
,
and
spoke
to
us
,
generally
,
as
became
a
Voice
from
the
Cloister
.
Iwrote
to
Agnes
as
soon
as
Dora
and
I
were
engaged
.
I
wrote
her
a
long
letter
,
in
which
I
tried
to
make
her
comprehend
how
blest
I
was
,
and
what
a
darling
Dora
was
.
I
entreated
Agnes
not
to
regard
this
as
a
thoughtless
passion
which
could
ever
yield
to
any
other
,
or
had
the
least
resemblance
to
the
boyish
fancies
that
we
used
to
joke
about
.
I
assured
her
that
its
profundity
was
quite
unfathomable
,
and
expressed
my
belief
that
nothing
like
it
had
ever
been
known
.
Somehow
,
as
I
wrote
to
Agnes
on
a
fine
evening
by
my
open
window
,
and
the
remembrance
of
her
clear
calm
eyes
and
gentle
face
came
stealing
over
me
,
it
shed
such
a
peaceful
influence
upon
the
hurry
and
agitation
in
which
I
had
been
living
lately
,
and
of
which
my
very
happiness
partook
in
some
degree
,
that
it
soothed
me
into
tears
.
I
remember
that
I
sat
resting
my
head
upon
my
hand
,
when
the
letter
was
half
done
,
cherishing
a
general
fancy
as
if
Agnes
were
one
of
the
elements
of
my
natural
home
.
As
if
,
in
the
retirement
of
the
house
made
almost
sacred
to
me
by
her
presence
,
Dora
and
I
must
be
happier
than
anywhere
.
As
if
,
in
love
,
joy
,
sorrow
,
hope
,
or
disappointment
;
in
all
emotions
;
my
heart
turned
naturally
there
,
and
found
its
refuge
and
best
friend
.
Of
Steerforth
I
said
nothing
.
I
only
told
her
there
had
been
sad
grief
at
Yarmouth
,
on
account
of
Emily
’
s
flight
;
and
that
on
me
it
made
a
double
wound
,
by
reason
of
the
circumstances
attending
it
.
I
knew
how
quick
she
always
was
to
divine
the
truth
,
and
that
she
would
never
be
the
first
to
breathe
his
name
.
To
this
letter
,
I
received
an
answer
by
return
of
post
.
As
I
read
it
,
I
seemed
to
hear
Agnes
speaking
to
me
.
It
was
like
her
cordial
voice
in
my
ears
.
What
can
I
say
more
!
While
I
had
been
away
from
home
lately
,
Traddles
had
called
twice
or
thrice
.
Finding
Peggotty
within
,
and
being
informed
by
Peggotty
(
who
always
volunteered
that
information
to
whomsoever
would
receive
it
)
,
that
she
was
my
old
nurse
,
he
had
established
a
good
-
humoured
acquaintance
with
her
,
and
had
stayed
to
have
a
little
chat
with
her
about
me
.
So
Peggotty
said
;
but
I
am
afraid
the
chat
was
all
on
her
own
side
,
and
of
immoderate
length
,
as
she
was
very
difficult
indeed
to
stop
,
God
bless
her
!
when
she
had
me
for
her
theme
.
This
reminds
me
,
not
only
that
I
expected
Traddles
on
a
certain
afternoon
of
his
own
appointing
,
which
was
now
come
,
but
that
Mrs
.
Crupp
had
resigned
everything
appertaining
to
her
office
(
the
salary
excepted
)
until
Peggotty
should
cease
to
present
herself
.
Mrs
.
Crupp
,
after
holding
divers
conversations
respecting
Peggotty
,
in
a
very
high
-
pitched
voice
,
on
the
staircase
—
with
some
invisible
Familiar
it
would
appear
,
for
corporeally
speaking
she
was
quite
alone
at
those
times
—
addressed
a
letter
to
me
,
developing
her
views
.
