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Chapter 17

           Itcannotbe,’saidtheoldladyenergetically.

           ‘Itellyouheis,’retortedtheoldgentleman.‘Whatdoyoumeanbycan’tbe?Wehavejustheardafullaccountofhimfromhisbirth;andhehasbeenathorough-pacedlittlevillain,allhislife.

           ‘Ineverwillbelieveit,sir,’repliedtheoldlady,firmly.‘Never!’

           ‘Youoldwomenneverbelieveanythingbutquack-doctors,andlyingstory-books,’growledMr.Grimwig.‘Iknewitallalong.Whydidn’tyoutakemyadviseinthebeginning;youwouldifhehadn’thadafever,Isuppose,eh?Hewasinteresting,wasn’the?Interesting!Bah!’AndMr.Grimwigpokedthefirewithaflourish.

           ‘Hewasadear,grateful,gentlechild,sir,’retortedMrs.Bedwin,indignantly.‘Iknowwhatchildrenare,sir;andhavedonethesefortyyears;andpeoplewhocan’tsaythesame,shouldn’tsayanythingaboutthem.That’smyopinion!’

           ThiswasahardhitatMr.Grimwig,whowasabachelor.Asitextortednothingfromthatgentlemanbutasmile,theoldladytossedherhead,andsmootheddownherapronpreparatorytoanotherspeech,whenshewasstoppedbyMr.Brownlow.

           ‘Silence!’saidtheoldgentleman,feigninganangerhewasfarfromfeeling.‘Neverletmeheartheboy’snameagain.Irangtotellyouthat.Never.Never,onanypretence,mind!Youmayleavetheroom,Mrs.Bedwin.Remember!Iaminearnest.

           ThereweresadheartsatMr.Brownlow’sthatnight

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