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Chapter 8

           NearthedoorsatMissSophy,stillflutteredandconfusedbytheattentionsofMrCheggs,andbyhersideRichardSwivellerlingeredforamomenttoexchangeafewpartingwords.

           ‘Myboatisontheshoreandmybarkisonthesea,butbeforeIpassthisdoorIwillsayfarewelltothee,’murmuredDick,lookinggloomilyuponher.

           ‘Areyougoing?’saidMissSophy,whoseheartsankwithinherattheresultofherstratagem,butwhoaffectedalightindifferencenotwithstanding.

           ‘AmIgoing!’echoedDickbitterly.‘Yes,Iam.Whatthen?’

           ‘Nothing,exceptthatit’sveryearly,’saidMissSophy;‘butyouareyourownmaster,ofcourse.’

           ‘IwouldthatIhadbeenmyownmistresstoo,’saidDick,‘beforeIhadeverentertainedathoughtofyou.MissWackles,Ibelievedyoutrue,andIwasblestinsobelieving,butnowImournthate’erIknew,agirlsofairyetsodeceiving.’

           MissSophybitherlipandaffectedtolookwithgreatinterestafterMrCheggs,whowasquaffinglemonadeinthedistance.

           ‘Icamehere,’saidDick,ratherobliviousofthepurposewithwhichhehadreallycome,‘withmybosomexpanded,myheartdilated,andmysentimentsofacorrespondingdescription.Igoawaywithfeelingsthatmaybeconceivedbutcannotbedescribed,feelingwithinmyselfthatdesolatingtruththatmybestaffectionshaveexperiencedthisnightastifler!’

           ‘IamsureIdon’tknowwhatyoumean,MrSwiviller,’saidMissSophywithdowncasteyes

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