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‘
You
know
,
Copperfield
,
’
he
said
,
in
my
ear
(
I
did
not
turn
my
head
)
,
‘
you
’
re
in
quite
a
wrong
position
’
;
which
I
felt
to
be
true
,
and
that
made
me
chafe
the
more
;
‘
you
can
’
t
make
this
a
brave
thing
,
and
you
can
’
t
help
being
forgiven
.
I
don
’
t
intend
to
mention
it
to
mother
,
nor
to
any
living
soul
.
I
’
m
determined
to
forgive
you
.
But
I
do
wonder
that
you
should
lift
your
hand
against
a
person
that
you
knew
to
be
so
umble
!
’
I
felt
only
less
mean
than
he
.
He
knew
me
better
than
I
knew
myself
.
If
he
had
retorted
or
openly
exasperated
me
,
it
would
have
been
a
relief
and
a
justification
;
but
he
had
put
me
on
a
slow
fire
,
on
which
I
lay
tormented
half
the
night
.
In
the
morning
,
when
I
came
out
,
the
early
church
-
bell
was
ringing
,
and
he
was
walking
up
and
down
with
his
mother
.
He
addressed
me
as
if
nothing
had
happened
,
and
I
could
do
no
less
than
reply
.
I
had
struck
him
hard
enough
to
give
him
the
toothache
,
I
suppose
.
At
all
events
his
face
was
tied
up
in
a
black
silk
handkerchief
,
which
,
with
his
hat
perched
on
the
top
of
it
,
was
far
from
improving
his
appearance
.
I
heard
that
he
went
to
a
dentist
’
s
in
London
on
the
Monday
morning
,
and
had
a
tooth
out
.
I
hope
it
was
a
double
one
.
The
Doctor
gave
out
that
he
was
not
quite
well
;
and
remained
alone
,
for
a
considerable
part
of
every
day
,
during
the
remainder
of
the
visit
.
Agnes
and
her
father
had
been
gone
a
week
,
before
we
resumed
our
usual
work
.
On
the
day
preceding
its
resumption
,
the
Doctor
gave
me
with
his
own
hands
a
folded
note
not
sealed
.
It
was
addressed
to
myself
;
and
laid
an
injunction
on
me
,
in
a
few
affectionate
words
,
never
to
refer
to
the
subject
of
that
evening
.
I
had
confided
it
to
my
aunt
,
but
to
no
one
else
.
It
was
not
a
subject
I
could
discuss
with
Agnes
,
and
Agnes
certainly
had
not
the
least
suspicion
of
what
had
passed
.
Neither
,
I
felt
convinced
,
had
Mrs
.
Strong
then
.
Several
weeks
elapsed
before
I
saw
the
least
change
in
her
.
It
came
on
slowly
,
like
a
cloud
when
there
is
no
wind
.
At
first
,
she
seemed
to
wonder
at
the
gentle
compassion
with
which
the
Doctor
spoke
to
her
,
and
at
his
wish
that
she
should
have
her
mother
with
her
,
to
relieve
the
dull
monotony
of
her
life
.
Often
,
when
we
were
at
work
,
and
she
was
sitting
by
,
I
would
see
her
pausing
and
looking
at
him
with
that
memorable
face
.
Afterwards
,
I
sometimes
observed
her
rise
,
with
her
eyes
full
of
tears
,
and
go
out
of
the
room
.
Gradually
,
an
unhappy
shadow
fell
upon
her
beauty
,
and
deepened
every
day
.
Mrs
.
Markleham
was
a
regular
inmate
of
the
cottage
then
;
but
she
talked
and
talked
,
and
saw
nothing
.
As
this
change
stole
on
Annie
,
once
like
sunshine
in
the
Doctor
’
s
house
,
the
Doctor
became
older
in
appearance
,
and
more
grave
;
but
the
sweetness
of
his
temper
,
the
placid
kindness
of
his
manner
,
and
his
benevolent
solicitude
for
her
,
if
they
were
capable
of
any
increase
,
were
increased
.
I
saw
him
once
,
early
on
the
morning
of
her
birthday
,
when
she
came
to
sit
in
the
window
while
we
were
at
work
(
which
she
had
always
done
,
but
now
began
to
do
with
a
timid
and
uncertain
air
that
I
thought
very
touching
)
,
take
her
forehead
between
his
hands
,
kiss
it
,
and
go
hurriedly
away
,
too
much
moved
to
remain
.
I
saw
her
stand
where
he
had
left
her
,
like
a
statue
;
and
then
bend
down
her
head
,
and
clasp
her
hands
,
and
weep
,
I
cannot
say
how
sorrowfully
.
Sometimes
,
after
that
,
I
fancied
that
she
tried
to
speak
even
to
me
,
in
intervals
when
we
were
left
alone
.
But
she
never
uttered
a
word
.
The
Doctor
always
had
some
new
project
for
her
participating
in
amusements
away
from
home
,
with
her
mother
;
and
Mrs
.
Markleham
,
who
was
very
fond
of
amusements
,
and
very
easily
dissatisfied
with
anything
else
,
entered
into
them
with
great
good
-
will
,
and
was
loud
in
her
commendations
.
But
Annie
,
in
a
spiritless
unhappy
way
,
only
went
whither
she
was
led
,
and
seemed
to
have
no
care
for
anything
.
I
did
not
know
what
to
think
.
Neither
did
my
aunt
;
who
must
have
walked
,
at
various
times
,
a
hundred
miles
in
her
uncertainty
.
What
was
strangest
of
all
was
,
that
the
only
real
relief
which
seemed
to
make
its
way
into
the
secret
region
of
this
domestic
unhappiness
,
made
its
way
there
in
the
person
of
Mr
.
Dick
.
