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           SheinwhomImighthaveinspiredadearerlove,Ihadtaughttobemysister.Shewouldmarry,andwouldhavenewclaimantsonhertenderness;andindoingit,wouldneverknowtheloveforherthathadgrownupinmyheart.ItwasrightthatIshouldpaytheforfeitofmyheadlongpassion.WhatIreaped,Ihadsown.

           Iwasthinking.AndhadItrulydisciplinedmyhearttothis,andcouldIresolutelybearit,andcalmlyholdtheplaceinherhomewhichshehadcalmlyheldinmine,whenIfoundmyeyesrestingonacountenancethatmighthavearisenoutofthefire,initsassociationwithmyearlyremembrances.

           LittleMr.ChilliptheDoctor,towhosegoodofficesIwasindebtedintheveryfirstchapterofthishistory,satreadinganewspaperintheshadowofanoppositecorner.Hewastolerablystrickeninyearsbythistime;but,beingamild,meek,calmlittleman,hadwornsoeasily,thatIthoughthelookedatthatmomentjustashemighthavelookedwhenhesatinourparlour,waitingformetobeborn.

           Mr.ChilliphadleftBlunderstonesixorsevenyearsago,andIhadneverseenhimsince.Hesatplacidlyperusingthenewspaper,withhislittleheadononeside,andaglassofwarmsherrynegusathiselbow.Hewassoextremelyconciliatoryinhismannerthatheseemedtoapologizetotheverynewspaperfortakingthelibertyofreadingit.

           Iwalkeduptowherehewassitting,andsaid,‘Howdoyoudo,Mr.

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