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'Upon which you--?' 'I?' said Mr Meagles, with a plain good faith that ht have commanded

the belief of Mrs Gowan herself 'I said, count five-and-twenty,

Tattycoraain stroked his face and shook his head, with an air of

profound regret 'She was so used to do it, Clennam, that even then, such a picture of

passion as you never saw, she stopped short, looked ht But she couldn't control herself

to go any further

There she broke down, poor thing, and gave the other

seventeen to the four winds Then it all burst out She detested us, she

was miserable with us, she couldn't bear it, she wouldn't bear it, she

was deter mistress, and

would she remain to see her always held up as the only creature as

young and interesting, and to be cherished and loved? No She wouldn't,

she wouldn't, she wouldn't! What did we think she, Tattycoraht

have been if she had been caressed and cared for in her childhood, like

her young ood

When we pretended to be so fond of one another, we exulted over her;