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I Look About Me, and Make a Discovery

           Thoughthat’snotsayingmuch;forthere’snoheadinmyrighthand,andnoheart.Everyonewhoknowsyou,consultswithyou,andisguidedbyyou,Agnes.’

           ‘Everyonewhoknowsme,spoilsme,Ibelieve,’sheanswered,smiling.

           ‘No.it’sbecauseyouarelikenooneelse.Youaresogood,andsosweet-tempered.Youhavesuchagentlenature,andyouarealwaysright.’

           ‘Youtalk,’saidAgnes,breakingintoapleasantlaugh,asshesatatwork,‘asifIwerethelateMissLarkins.’

           ‘Come!It’snotfairtoabusemyconfidence,’Ianswered,reddeningattherecollectionofmyblueenslaver.‘ButIshallconfideinyou,justthesame,Agnes.Icannevergrowoutofthat.WheneverIfallintotrouble,orfallinlove,Ishallalwaystellyou,ifyou’llletmeevenwhenIcometofallinloveinearnest.’

           ‘Why,youhavealwaysbeeninearnest!’saidAgnes,laughingagain.

           ‘Oh!thatwasasachild,oraschoolboy,’saidI,laughinginmyturn,notwithoutbeingalittleshame-faced.‘Timesarealteringnow,andIsupposeIshallbeinaterriblestateofearnestnessonedayorother.Mywonderis,thatyouarenotinearnestyourself,bythistime,Agnes.’

           Agneslaughedagain,andshookherhead.

           ‘Oh,Iknowyouarenot!’saidI,‘becauseifyouhadbeenyouwouldhavetoldme.Oratleast’forIsawafaintblushinherface,‘youwouldhaveletmefinditoutformyself.

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