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Mr
.
Dick
—
with
rather
a
scared
look
,
as
if
he
had
forgotten
it
—
returned
a
hasty
answer
in
the
affirmative
.
‘
Mrs
.
Crupp
is
one
of
them
,
’
said
my
aunt
.
‘
Barkis
,
I
’
ll
trouble
you
to
look
after
the
tea
,
and
let
me
have
another
cup
,
for
I
don
’
t
fancy
that
woman
’
s
pouring
-
out
!
’
I
knew
my
aunt
sufficiently
well
to
know
that
she
had
something
of
importance
on
her
mind
,
and
that
there
was
far
more
matter
in
this
arrival
than
a
stranger
might
have
supposed
.
I
noticed
how
her
eye
lighted
on
me
,
when
she
thought
my
attention
otherwise
occupied
;
and
what
a
curious
process
of
hesitation
appeared
to
be
going
on
within
her
,
while
she
preserved
her
outward
stiffness
and
composure
.
I
began
to
reflect
whether
I
had
done
anything
to
offend
her
;
and
my
conscience
whispered
me
that
I
had
not
yet
told
her
about
Dora
.
Could
it
by
any
means
be
that
,
I
wondered
!
As
I
knew
she
would
only
speak
in
her
own
good
time
,
I
sat
down
near
her
,
and
spoke
to
the
birds
,
and
played
with
the
cat
,
and
was
as
easy
as
I
could
be
.
But
I
was
very
far
from
being
really
easy
;
and
I
should
still
have
been
so
,
even
if
Mr
.
Dick
,
leaning
over
the
great
kite
behind
my
aunt
,
had
not
taken
every
secret
opportunity
of
shaking
his
head
darkly
at
me
,
and
pointing
at
her
.
‘
Trot
,
’
said
my
aunt
at
last
,
when
she
had
finished
her
tea
,
and
carefully
smoothed
down
her
dress
,
and
wiped
her
lips
—
‘
you
needn
’
t
go
,
Barkis
!
—
Trot
,
have
you
got
to
be
firm
and
self
-
reliant
?
’
‘
I
hope
so
,
aunt
’
‘
What
do
you
think
?
’
inquired
Miss
Betsey
.
‘
I
think
so
,
aunt
.
’
