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‘
Dear
Miss
Trotwood
,
is
that
all
the
history
?
’
said
Agnes
.
‘
I
hope
it
’
s
enough
,
child
,
’
said
my
aunt
.
‘
If
there
had
been
more
money
to
lose
,
it
wouldn
’
t
have
been
all
,
I
dare
say
.
Betsey
would
have
contrived
to
throw
that
after
the
rest
,
and
make
another
chapter
,
I
have
little
doubt
.
But
there
was
no
more
money
,
and
there
’
s
no
more
story
.
’
Agnes
had
listened
at
first
with
suspended
breath
.
Her
colour
still
came
and
went
,
but
she
breathed
more
freely
.
I
thought
I
knew
why
.
I
thought
she
had
had
some
fear
that
her
unhappy
father
might
be
in
some
way
to
blame
for
what
had
happened
.
My
aunt
took
her
hand
in
hers
,
and
laughed
.
‘
Is
that
all
?
’
repeated
my
aunt
.
‘
Why
,
yes
,
that
’
s
all
,
except
,
“
And
she
lived
happy
ever
afterwards
.
”
Perhaps
I
may
add
that
of
Betsey
yet
,
one
of
these
days
.
Now
,
Agnes
,
you
have
a
wise
head
.
So
have
you
,
Trot
,
in
some
things
,
though
I
can
’
t
compliment
you
always
’
;
and
here
my
aunt
shook
her
own
at
me
,
with
an
energy
peculiar
to
herself
.
‘
What
’
s
to
be
done
?
Here
’
s
the
cottage
,
taking
one
time
with
another
,
will
produce
say
seventy
pounds
a
year
.
I
think
we
may
safely
put
it
down
at
that
.
Well
!
—
That
’
s
all
we
’
ve
got
,
’
said
my
aunt
;
with
whom
it
was
an
idiosyncrasy
,
as
it
is
with
some
horses
,
to
stop
very
short
when
she
appeared
to
be
in
a
fair
way
of
going
on
for
a
long
while
.
‘
Then
,
’
said
my
aunt
,
after
a
rest
,
‘
there
’
s
Dick
.
He
’
s
good
for
a
hundred
a
-
year
,
but
of
course
that
must
be
expended
on
himself
.
I
would
sooner
send
him
away
,
though
I
know
I
am
the
only
person
who
appreciates
him
,
than
have
him
,
and
not
spend
his
money
on
himself
.
How
can
Trot
and
I
do
best
,
upon
our
means
?
What
do
you
say
,
Agnes
?
’
‘
I
say
,
aunt
,
’
I
interposed
,
‘
that
I
must
do
something
!
’
‘
Go
for
a
soldier
,
do
you
mean
?
’
returned
my
aunt
,
alarmed
;
‘
or
go
to
sea
?
I
won
’
t
hear
of
it
.
You
are
to
be
a
proctor
.
We
’
re
not
going
to
have
any
knockings
on
the
head
in
THIS
family
,
if
you
please
,
sir
.
’
I
was
about
to
explain
that
I
was
not
desirous
of
introducing
that
mode
of
provision
into
the
family
,
when
Agnes
inquired
if
my
rooms
were
held
for
any
long
term
?
