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I
was
walking
alone
in
the
garden
,
one
evening
,
about
a
fortnight
afterwards
.
I
remember
that
evening
well
.
It
was
the
second
in
Mr
.
Micawber
’
s
week
of
suspense
.
There
had
been
rain
all
day
,
and
there
was
a
damp
feeling
in
the
air
.
The
leaves
were
thick
upon
the
trees
,
and
heavy
with
wet
;
but
the
rain
had
ceased
,
though
the
sky
was
still
dark
;
and
the
hopeful
birds
were
singing
cheerfully
.
As
I
walked
to
and
fro
in
the
garden
,
and
the
twilight
began
to
close
around
me
,
their
little
voices
were
hushed
;
and
that
peculiar
silence
which
belongs
to
such
an
evening
in
the
country
when
the
lightest
trees
are
quite
still
,
save
for
the
occasional
droppings
from
their
boughs
,
prevailed
.
There
was
a
little
green
perspective
of
trellis
-
work
and
ivy
at
the
side
of
our
cottage
,
through
which
I
could
see
,
from
the
garden
where
I
was
walking
,
into
the
road
before
the
house
.
I
happened
to
turn
my
eyes
towards
this
place
,
as
I
was
thinking
of
many
things
;
and
I
saw
a
figure
beyond
,
dressed
in
a
plain
cloak
.
It
was
bending
eagerly
towards
me
,
and
beckoning
.
‘
Martha
!
’
said
I
,
going
to
it
.
‘
Can
you
come
with
me
?
’
she
inquired
,
in
an
agitated
whisper
.
‘
I
have
been
to
him
,
and
he
is
not
at
home
.
I
wrote
down
where
he
was
to
come
,
and
left
it
on
his
table
with
my
own
hand
.
They
said
he
would
not
be
out
long
.
I
have
tidings
for
him
.
Can
you
come
directly
?
’
My
answer
was
,
to
pass
out
at
the
gate
immediately
.
She
made
a
hasty
gesture
with
her
hand
,
as
if
to
entreat
my
patience
and
my
silence
,
and
turned
towards
London
,
whence
,
as
her
dress
betokened
,
she
had
come
expeditiously
on
foot
.
I
asked
her
if
that
were
not
our
destination
?
On
her
motioning
Yes
,
with
the
same
hasty
gesture
as
before
,
I
stopped
an
empty
coach
that
was
coming
by
,
and
we
got
into
it
.
When
I
asked
her
where
the
coachman
was
to
drive
,
she
answered
,
‘
Anywhere
near
Golden
Square
!
And
quick
!
’
—
then
shrunk
into
a
corner
,
with
one
trembling
hand
before
her
face
,
and
the
other
making
the
former
gesture
,
as
if
she
could
not
bear
a
voice
.
Now
much
disturbed
,
and
dazzled
with
conflicting
gleams
of
hope
and
dread
,
I
looked
at
her
for
some
explanation
.
But
seeing
how
strongly
she
desired
to
remain
quiet
,
and
feeling
that
it
was
my
own
natural
inclination
too
,
at
such
a
time
,
I
did
not
attempt
to
break
the
silence
.
We
proceeded
without
a
word
being
spoken
.
Sometimes
she
glanced
out
of
the
window
,
as
though
she
thought
we
were
going
slowly
,
though
indeed
we
were
going
fast
;
but
otherwise
remained
exactly
as
at
first
.
We
alighted
at
one
of
the
entrances
to
the
Square
she
had
mentioned
,
where
I
directed
the
coach
to
wait
,
not
knowing
but
that
we
might
have
some
occasion
for
it
.
She
laid
her
hand
on
my
arm
,
and
hurried
me
on
to
one
of
the
sombre
streets
,
of
which
there
are
several
in
that
part
,
where
the
houses
were
once
fair
dwellings
in
the
occupation
of
single
families
,
but
have
,
and
had
,
long
degenerated
into
poor
lodgings
let
off
in
rooms
.
Entering
at
the
open
door
of
one
of
these
,
and
releasing
my
arm
,
she
beckoned
me
to
follow
her
up
the
common
staircase
,
which
was
like
a
tributary
channel
to
the
street
.
The
house
swarmed
with
inmates
.
As
we
went
up
,
doors
of
rooms
were
opened
and
people
’
s
heads
put
out
;
and
we
passed
other
people
on
the
stairs
,
who
were
coming
down
.
In
glancing
up
from
the
outside
,
before
we
entered
,
I
had
seen
women
and
children
lolling
at
the
windows
over
flower
-
pots
;
and
we
seemed
to
have
attracted
their
curiosity
,
for
these
were
principally
the
observers
who
looked
out
of
their
doors
.
It
was
a
broad
panelled
staircase
,
with
massive
balustrades
of
some
dark
wood
;
cornices
above
the
doors
,
ornamented
with
carved
fruit
and
flowers
;
and
broad
seats
in
the
windows
.
But
all
these
tokens
of
past
grandeur
were
miserably
decayed
and
dirty
;
rot
,
damp
,
and
age
,
had
weakened
the
flooring
,
which
in
many
places
was
unsound
and
even
unsafe
.
Some
attempts
had
been
made
,
I
noticed
,
to
infuse
new
blood
into
this
dwindling
frame
,
by
repairing
the
costly
old
wood
-
work
here
and
there
with
common
deal
;
but
it
was
like
the
marriage
of
a
reduced
old
noble
to
a
plebeian
pauper
,
and
each
party
to
the
ill
-
assorted
union
shrunk
away
from
the
other
.
Several
of
the
back
windows
on
the
staircase
had
been
darkened
or
wholly
blocked
up
.
In
those
that
remained
,
there
was
scarcely
any
glass
;
and
,
through
the
crumbling
frames
by
which
the
bad
air
seemed
always
to
come
in
,
and
never
to
go
out
,
I
saw
,
through
other
glassless
windows
,
into
other
houses
in
a
similar
condition
,
and
looked
giddily
down
into
a
wretched
yard
,
which
was
the
common
dust
-
heap
of
the
mansion
.
