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‘
If
she
should
come
here
,
’
said
I
,
‘
I
believe
there
is
one
person
,
here
,
more
likely
to
discover
her
than
any
other
in
the
world
.
Do
you
remember
—
hear
what
I
say
,
with
fortitude
—
think
of
your
great
object
!
—
do
you
remember
Martha
?
’
‘
Of
our
town
?
’
I
needed
no
other
answer
than
his
face
.
‘
Do
you
know
that
she
is
in
London
?
’
‘
I
have
seen
her
in
the
streets
,
’
he
answered
,
with
a
shiver
.
‘
But
you
don
’
t
know
,
’
said
I
,
‘
that
Emily
was
charitable
to
her
,
with
Ham
’
s
help
,
long
before
she
fled
from
home
.
Nor
,
that
,
when
we
met
one
night
,
and
spoke
together
in
the
room
yonder
,
over
the
way
,
she
listened
at
the
door
.
’
‘
Mas
’
r
Davy
!
’
he
replied
in
astonishment
.
‘
That
night
when
it
snew
so
hard
?
’
‘
That
night
.
I
have
never
seen
her
since
.
I
went
back
,
after
parting
from
you
,
to
speak
to
her
,
but
she
was
gone
.
I
was
unwilling
to
mention
her
to
you
then
,
and
I
am
now
;
but
she
is
the
person
of
whom
I
speak
,
and
with
whom
I
think
we
should
communicate
.
Do
you
understand
?
’
‘
Too
well
,
sir
,
’
he
replied
.
We
had
sunk
our
voices
,
almost
to
a
whisper
,
and
continued
to
speak
in
that
tone
.
