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‘
Nay
,
Annie
,
’
said
the
Doctor
,
mildly
,
‘
I
have
never
doubted
you
,
my
child
.
There
is
no
need
;
indeed
there
is
no
need
,
my
dear
.
’
‘
There
is
great
need
,
’
she
answered
,
in
the
same
way
,
‘
that
I
should
open
my
whole
heart
before
the
soul
of
generosity
and
truth
,
whom
,
year
by
year
,
and
day
by
day
,
I
have
loved
and
venerated
more
and
more
,
as
Heaven
knows
!
’
‘
Really
,
’
interrupted
Mrs
.
Markleham
,
‘
if
I
have
any
discretion
at
all
—
—
’
(
‘
Which
you
haven
’
t
,
you
Marplot
,
’
observed
my
aunt
,
in
an
indignant
whisper
.
)
-
‘
I
must
be
permitted
to
observe
that
it
cannot
be
requisite
to
enter
into
these
details
.
’
‘
No
one
but
my
husband
can
judge
of
that
,
mama
,
’
said
Annie
without
removing
her
eyes
from
his
face
,
‘
and
he
will
hear
me
.
If
I
say
anything
to
give
you
pain
,
mama
,
forgive
me
.
I
have
borne
pain
first
,
often
and
long
,
myself
.
’
‘
Upon
my
word
!
’
gasped
Mrs
.
Markleham
.
‘
When
I
was
very
young
,
’
said
Annie
,
‘
quite
a
little
child
,
my
first
associations
with
knowledge
of
any
kind
were
inseparable
from
a
patient
friend
and
teacher
—
the
friend
of
my
dead
father
—
who
was
always
dear
to
me
.
I
can
remember
nothing
that
I
know
,
without
remembering
him
.
He
stored
my
mind
with
its
first
treasures
,
and
stamped
his
character
upon
them
all
.
They
never
could
have
been
,
I
think
,
as
good
as
they
have
been
to
me
,
if
I
had
taken
them
from
any
other
hands
.
’
‘
Makes
her
mother
nothing
!
’
exclaimed
Mrs
.
Markleham
.
