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"
And
you
think
that
I
shall
never
try
to
make
good
anything
,
Mary
.
It
is
not
generous
to
believe
the
worst
of
a
man
.
When
you
have
got
any
power
over
him
,
I
think
you
might
try
and
use
it
to
make
him
better
i
but
that
is
what
you
never
do
.
However
,
I
’
m
going
,
"
Fred
ended
,
languidly
.
"
I
shall
never
speak
to
you
about
anything
again
.
I
’
m
very
sorry
for
all
the
trouble
I
’
ve
caused
—
that
’
s
all
.
"
Mary
had
dropped
her
work
out
of
her
hand
and
looked
up
.
There
is
often
something
maternal
even
in
a
girlish
love
,
and
Mary
’
s
hard
experience
had
wrought
her
nature
to
an
impressibility
very
different
from
that
hard
slight
thing
which
we
call
girlishness
.
At
Fred
’
s
last
words
she
felt
an
instantaneous
pang
,
something
like
what
a
mother
feels
at
the
imagined
sobs
or
cries
of
her
naughty
truant
child
,
which
may
lose
itself
and
get
harm
.
And
when
,
looking
up
,
her
eyes
met
his
dull
despairing
glance
,
her
pity
for
him
surmounted
her
anger
and
all
her
other
anxieties
.
"
Oh
,
Fred
,
how
ill
you
look
!
Sit
down
a
moment
.
Don
’
t
go
yet
.
Let
me
tell
uncle
that
you
are
here
.
He
has
been
wondering
that
he
has
not
seen
you
for
a
whole
week
.
"
Mary
spoke
hurriedly
,
saying
the
words
that
came
first
without
knowing
very
well
what
they
were
,
but
saying
them
in
a
half
-
soothing
half
-
beseeching
tone
,
and
rising
as
if
to
go
away
to
Mr
.
Featherstone
.
Of
course
Fred
felt
as
if
the
clouds
had
parted
and
a
gleam
had
come
:
he
moved
and
stood
in
her
way
.
"
Say
one
word
,
Mary
,
and
I
will
do
anything
.
Say
you
will
not
think
the
worst
of
me
—
will
not
give
me
up
altogether
.
"
"
As
if
it
were
any
pleasure
to
me
to
think
ill
of
you
,
"
said
Mary
,
in
a
mournful
tone
.
"
As
if
it
were
not
very
painful
to
me
to
see
you
an
idle
frivolous
creature
.
How
can
you
bear
to
be
so
contemptible
,
when
others
are
working
and
striving
,
and
there
are
so
many
things
to
be
done
—
how
can
you
bear
to
be
fit
for
nothing
in
the
world
that
is
useful
?
And
with
so
much
good
in
your
disposition
,
Fred
—
you
might
be
worth
a
great
deal
.
"
"
I
will
try
to
be
anything
you
like
,
Mary
,
if
you
will
say
that
you
love
me
.
"
"
I
should
be
ashamed
to
say
that
I
loved
a
man
who
must
always
be
hanging
on
others
,
and
reckoning
on
what
they
would
do
for
him
.
What
will
you
be
when
you
are
forty
?
Like
Mr
.
Bowyer
,
I
suppose
—
just
as
idle
,
living
in
Mrs
.
Beck
’
s
front
parlor
—
fat
and
shabby
,
hoping
somebody
will
invite
you
to
dinner
—
spending
your
morning
in
learning
a
comic
song
—
oh
no
!
learning
a
tune
on
the
flute
.
"
Mary
’
s
lips
had
begun
to
curl
with
a
smile
as
soon
as
she
had
asked
that
question
about
Fred
’
s
future
(
young
souls
are
mobile
)
,
and
before
she
ended
,
her
face
had
its
full
illumination
of
fun
.
To
him
it
was
like
the
cessation
of
an
ache
that
Mary
could
laugh
at
him
,
and
with
a
passive
sort
of
smile
he
tried
to
reach
her
hand
;
but
she
slipped
away
quickly
towards
the
door
and
said
,
"
I
shall
tell
uncle
.
You
MUST
see
him
for
a
moment
or
two
.
"
