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They
all
came
back
together
within
five
minutes
afterwards
,
and
Dora
’
s
unusual
thoughtfulness
was
quite
gone
then
.
She
was
laughingly
resolved
to
put
Jip
through
the
whole
of
his
performances
,
before
the
coach
came
.
They
took
some
time
(
not
so
much
on
account
of
their
variety
,
as
Jip
’
s
reluctance
)
,
and
were
still
unfinished
when
it
was
heard
at
the
door
.
There
was
a
hurried
but
affectionate
parting
between
Agnes
and
herself
;
and
Dora
was
to
write
to
Agnes
(
who
was
not
to
mind
her
letters
being
foolish
,
she
said
)
,
and
Agnes
was
to
write
to
Dora
;
and
they
had
a
second
parting
at
the
coach
door
,
and
a
third
when
Dora
,
in
spite
of
the
remonstrances
of
Miss
Lavinia
,
would
come
running
out
once
more
to
remind
Agnes
at
the
coach
window
about
writing
,
and
to
shake
her
curls
at
me
on
the
box
.
The
stage
-
coach
was
to
put
us
down
near
Covent
Garden
,
where
we
were
to
take
another
stage
-
coach
for
Highgate
.
I
was
impatient
for
the
short
walk
in
the
interval
,
that
Agnes
might
praise
Dora
to
me
.
Ah
!
what
praise
it
was
!
How
lovingly
and
fervently
did
it
commend
the
pretty
creature
I
had
won
,
with
all
her
artless
graces
best
displayed
,
to
my
most
gentle
care
!
How
thoughtfully
remind
me
,
yet
with
no
pretence
of
doing
so
,
of
the
trust
in
which
I
held
the
orphan
child
!
Never
,
never
,
had
I
loved
Dora
so
deeply
and
truly
,
as
I
loved
her
that
night
.
When
we
had
again
alighted
,
and
were
walking
in
the
starlight
along
the
quiet
road
that
led
to
the
Doctor
’
s
house
,
I
told
Agnes
it
was
her
doing
.
‘
When
you
were
sitting
by
her
,
’
said
I
,
‘
you
seemed
to
be
no
less
her
guardian
angel
than
mine
;
and
you
seem
so
now
,
Agnes
.
’
‘
A
poor
angel
,
’
she
returned
,
‘
but
faithful
.
’
The
clear
tone
of
her
voice
,
going
straight
to
my
heart
,
made
it
natural
to
me
to
say
:
‘
The
cheerfulness
that
belongs
to
you
,
Agnes
(
and
to
no
one
else
that
ever
I
have
seen
)
,
is
so
restored
,
I
have
observed
today
,
that
I
have
begun
to
hope
you
are
happier
at
home
?
’
‘
I
am
happier
in
myself
,
’
she
said
;
‘
I
am
quite
cheerful
and
light
-
hearted
.
’
I
glanced
at
the
serene
face
looking
upward
,
and
thought
it
was
the
stars
that
made
it
seem
so
noble
.
