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Mr. Micawber’s Transactions

           IfthereeverwasatimewhenIfeltunwillingthatyoushouldhaveasorroworanxietywhichIcouldnotshare,itisnow.’

           ‘Youhavehadsorrowenough,child,’saidmyaunt,affectionately,‘withouttheadditionofmylittlemiseries.Icouldhavenoothermotive,Trot,inkeepinganythingfromyou.’

           ‘Iknowthatwell,’saidI.‘Buttellmenow.’

           ‘Wouldyouridewithmealittlewaytomorrowmorning?’askedmyaunt.

           ‘Ofcourse.’

           ‘Atnine,’saidshe.‘I’lltellyouthen,mydear.’

           Atnine,accordingly,wewentoutinalittlechariot,anddrovetoLondon.Wedrovealongwaythroughthestreets,untilwecametooneofthelargehospitals.Standinghardbythebuildingwasaplainhearse.Thedriverrecognizedmyaunt,and,inobediencetoamotionofherhandatthewindow,droveslowlyoff;wefollowing.

           ‘Youunderstanditnow,Trot,’saidmyaunt.‘Heisgone!’

           ‘Didhedieinthehospital?’

           ‘Yes.’

           Shesatimmovablebesideme;but,againIsawthestraytearsonherface.

           ‘Hewasthereoncebefore,’saidmyauntpresently.‘Hewasailingalongtimeashattered,brokenman,thesemanyyears.Whenheknewhisstateinthislastillness,heaskedthemtosendforme.Hewassorrythen.Verysorry.’

           ‘Youwent,Iknow,aunt.’

           ‘Iwent.

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