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‘
Ah
,
Trot
!
’
said
my
aunt
,
shaking
her
head
,
and
smiling
gravely
;
‘
blind
,
blind
,
blind
!
’
‘
Someone
that
I
know
,
Trot
,
’
my
aunt
pursued
,
after
a
pause
,
‘
though
of
a
very
pliant
disposition
,
has
an
earnestness
of
affection
in
him
that
reminds
me
of
poor
Baby
.
Earnestness
is
what
that
Somebody
must
look
for
,
to
sustain
him
and
improve
him
,
Trot
.
Deep
,
downright
,
faithful
earnestness
.
’
‘
If
you
only
knew
the
earnestness
of
Dora
,
aunt
!
’
I
cried
.
‘
Oh
,
Trot
!
’
she
said
again
;
‘
blind
,
blind
!
’
and
without
knowing
why
,
I
felt
a
vague
unhappy
loss
or
want
of
something
overshadow
me
like
a
cloud
.
‘
However
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
‘
I
don
’
t
want
to
put
two
young
creatures
out
of
conceit
with
themselves
,
or
to
make
them
unhappy
;
so
,
though
it
is
a
girl
and
boy
attachment
,
and
girl
and
boy
attachments
very
often
—
mind
!
I
don
’
t
say
always
!
—
come
to
nothing
,
still
we
’
ll
be
serious
about
it
,
and
hope
for
a
prosperous
issue
one
of
these
days
.
There
’
s
time
enough
for
it
to
come
to
anything
!
’
This
was
not
upon
the
whole
very
comforting
to
a
rapturous
lover
;
but
I
was
glad
to
have
my
aunt
in
my
confidence
,
and
I
was
mindful
of
her
being
fatigued
.
So
I
thanked
her
ardently
for
this
mark
of
her
affection
,
and
for
all
her
other
kindnesses
towards
me
;
and
after
a
tender
good
night
,
she
took
her
nightcap
into
my
bedroom
.
How
miserable
I
was
,
when
I
lay
down
!
How
I
thought
and
thought
about
my
being
poor
,
in
Mr
.
Spenlow
’
s
eyes
;
about
my
not
being
what
I
thought
I
was
,
when
I
proposed
to
Dora
;
about
the
chivalrous
necessity
of
telling
Dora
what
my
worldly
condition
was
,
and
releasing
her
from
her
engagement
if
she
thought
fit
;
about
how
I
should
contrive
to
live
,
during
the
long
term
of
my
articles
,
when
I
was
earning
nothing
;
about
doing
something
to
assist
my
aunt
,
and
seeing
no
way
of
doing
anything
;
about
coming
down
to
have
no
money
in
my
pocket
,
and
to
wear
a
shabby
coat
,
and
to
be
able
to
carry
Dora
no
little
presents
,
and
to
ride
no
gallant
greys
,
and
to
show
myself
in
no
agreeable
light
!
Sordid
and
selfish
as
I
knew
it
was
,
and
as
I
tortured
myself
by
knowing
that
it
was
,
to
let
my
mind
run
on
my
own
distress
so
much
,
I
was
so
devoted
to
Dora
that
I
could
not
help
it
.
I
knew
that
it
was
base
in
me
not
to
think
more
of
my
aunt
,
and
less
of
myself
;
but
,
so
far
,
selfishness
was
inseparable
from
Dora
,
and
I
could
not
put
Dora
on
one
side
for
any
mortal
creature
.
How
exceedingly
miserable
I
was
,
that
night
!
As
to
sleep
,
I
had
dreams
of
poverty
in
all
sorts
of
shapes
,
but
I
seemed
to
dream
without
the
previous
ceremony
of
going
to
sleep
.
Now
I
was
ragged
,
wanting
to
sell
Dora
matches
,
six
bundles
for
a
halfpenny
;
now
I
was
at
the
office
in
a
nightgown
and
boots
,
remonstrated
with
by
Mr
.
Spenlow
on
appearing
before
the
clients
in
that
airy
attire
;
now
I
was
hungrily
picking
up
the
crumbs
that
fell
from
old
Tiffey
’
s
daily
biscuit
,
regularly
eaten
when
St
.
Paul
’
s
struck
one
;
now
I
was
hopelessly
endeavouring
to
get
a
licence
to
marry
Dora
,
having
nothing
but
one
of
Uriah
Heep
’
s
gloves
to
offer
in
exchange
,
which
the
whole
Commons
rejected
;
and
still
,
more
or
less
conscious
of
my
own
room
,
I
was
always
tossing
about
like
a
distressed
ship
in
a
sea
of
bed
-
clothes
.
