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Even
the
calm
and
patient
face
of
Doctor
Strong
expressed
some
little
sense
of
pain
,
I
thought
,
under
the
infliction
of
these
compliments
.
‘
Therefore
,
my
dear
Doctor
,
’
said
the
Old
Soldier
,
giving
him
several
affectionate
taps
,
‘
you
may
command
me
,
at
all
times
and
seasons
.
Now
,
do
understand
that
I
am
entirely
at
your
service
.
I
am
ready
to
go
with
Annie
to
operas
,
concerts
,
exhibitions
,
all
kinds
of
places
;
and
you
shall
never
find
that
I
am
tired
.
Duty
,
my
dear
Doctor
,
before
every
consideration
in
the
universe
!
’
She
was
as
good
as
her
word
.
She
was
one
of
those
people
who
can
bear
a
great
deal
of
pleasure
,
and
she
never
flinched
in
her
perseverance
in
the
cause
.
She
seldom
got
hold
of
the
newspaper
(
which
she
settled
herself
down
in
the
softest
chair
in
the
house
to
read
through
an
eye
-
glass
,
every
day
,
for
two
hours
)
,
but
she
found
out
something
that
she
was
certain
Annie
would
like
to
see
.
It
was
in
vain
for
Annie
to
protest
that
she
was
weary
of
such
things
.
Her
mother
’
s
remonstrance
always
was
,
‘
Now
,
my
dear
Annie
,
I
am
sure
you
know
better
;
and
I
must
tell
you
,
my
love
,
that
you
are
not
making
a
proper
return
for
the
kindness
of
Doctor
Strong
.
’
This
was
usually
said
in
the
Doctor
’
s
presence
,
and
appeared
to
me
to
constitute
Annie
’
s
principal
inducement
for
withdrawing
her
objections
when
she
made
any
.
But
in
general
she
resigned
herself
to
her
mother
,
and
went
where
the
Old
Soldier
would
.
It
rarely
happened
now
that
Mr
.
Maldon
accompanied
them
.
Sometimes
my
aunt
and
Dora
were
invited
to
do
so
,
and
accepted
the
invitation
.
Sometimes
Dora
only
was
asked
.
The
time
had
been
,
when
I
should
have
been
uneasy
in
her
going
;
but
reflection
on
what
had
passed
that
former
night
in
the
Doctor
’
s
study
,
had
made
a
change
in
my
mistrust
.
I
believed
that
the
Doctor
was
right
,
and
I
had
no
worse
suspicions
.
My
aunt
rubbed
her
nose
sometimes
when
she
happened
to
be
alone
with
me
,
and
said
she
couldn
’
t
make
it
out
;
she
wished
they
were
happier
;
she
didn
’
t
think
our
military
friend
(
so
she
always
called
the
Old
Soldier
)
mended
the
matter
at
all
.
My
aunt
further
expressed
her
opinion
,
‘
that
if
our
military
friend
would
cut
off
those
butterflies
,
and
give
‘
em
to
the
chimney
-
sweepers
for
May
-
day
,
it
would
look
like
the
beginning
of
something
sensible
on
her
part
.
’
But
her
abiding
reliance
was
on
Mr
.
Dick
.
That
man
had
evidently
an
idea
in
his
head
,
she
said
;
and
if
he
could
only
once
pen
it
up
into
a
corner
,
which
was
his
great
difficulty
,
he
would
distinguish
himself
in
some
extraordinary
manner
.
Unconscious
of
this
prediction
,
Mr
.
Dick
continued
to
occupy
precisely
the
same
ground
in
reference
to
the
Doctor
and
to
Mrs
.
Strong
.
He
seemed
neither
to
advance
nor
to
recede
.
He
appeared
to
have
settled
into
his
original
foundation
,
like
a
building
;
and
I
must
confess
that
my
faith
in
his
ever
Moving
,
was
not
much
greater
than
if
he
had
been
a
building
.
But
one
night
,
when
I
had
been
married
some
months
,
Mr
.
Dick
put
his
head
into
the
parlour
,
where
I
was
writing
alone
(
Dora
having
gone
out
with
my
aunt
to
take
tea
with
the
two
little
birds
)
,
and
said
,
with
a
significant
cough
:
‘
You
couldn
’
t
speak
to
me
without
inconveniencing
yourself
,
Trotwood
,
I
am
afraid
?
’
