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‘
And
it
was
very
kind
of
you
,
my
own
darling
,
’
said
I
.
‘
I
felt
it
so
much
that
I
wouldn
’
t
on
any
account
have
even
mentioned
that
you
bought
a
Salmon
—
which
was
too
much
for
two
.
Or
that
it
cost
one
pound
six
—
which
was
more
than
we
can
afford
.
’
‘
You
enjoyed
it
very
much
,
’
sobbed
Dora
.
‘
And
you
said
I
was
a
Mouse
.
’
‘
And
I
’
ll
say
so
again
,
my
love
,
’
I
returned
,
‘
a
thousand
times
!
’
But
I
had
wounded
Dora
’
s
soft
little
heart
,
and
she
was
not
to
be
comforted
.
She
was
so
pathetic
in
her
sobbing
and
bewailing
,
that
I
felt
as
if
I
had
said
I
don
’
t
know
what
to
hurt
her
.
I
was
obliged
to
hurry
away
;
I
was
kept
out
late
;
and
I
felt
all
night
such
pangs
of
remorse
as
made
me
miserable
.
I
had
the
conscience
of
an
assassin
,
and
was
haunted
by
a
vague
sense
of
enormous
wickedness
.
It
was
two
or
three
hours
past
midnight
when
I
got
home
.
I
found
my
aunt
,
in
our
house
,
sitting
up
for
me
.
‘
Is
anything
the
matter
,
aunt
?
’
said
I
,
alarmed
.
‘
Nothing
,
Trot
,
’
she
replied
.
‘
Sit
down
,
sit
down
.
Little
Blossom
has
been
rather
out
of
spirits
,
and
I
have
been
keeping
her
company
.
That
’
s
all
.
’
I
leaned
my
head
upon
my
hand
;
and
felt
more
sorry
and
downcast
,
as
I
sat
looking
at
the
fire
,
than
I
could
have
supposed
possible
so
soon
after
the
fulfilment
of
my
brightest
hopes
.
As
I
sat
thinking
,
I
happened
to
meet
my
aunt
’
s
eyes
,
which
were
resting
on
my
face
.
There
was
an
anxious
expression
in
them
,
but
it
cleared
directly
.
‘
I
assure
you
,
aunt
,
’
said
I
,
‘
I
have
been
quite
unhappy
myself
all
night
,
to
think
of
Dora
’
s
being
so
.
But
I
had
no
other
intention
than
to
speak
to
her
tenderly
and
lovingly
about
our
home
-
affairs
.
’
