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Wickfield and Heep

           Whatapleasuretobethecauseofthatbrightchangeinherattentiveface,andtheobjectofthatsweetregardandwelcome!

           ‘Ah,Agnes!’saidI,whenweweresittingtogether,sidebyside;‘Ihavemissedyousomuch,lately!’

           ‘Indeed?’shereplied.‘Again!Andsosoon?’

           Ishookmyhead.

           ‘Idon’tknowhowitis,Agnes;IseemtowantsomefacultyofmindthatIoughttohave.Youweresomuchinthehabitofthinkingforme,inthehappyolddayshere,andIcamesonaturallytoyouforcounselandsupport,thatIreallythinkIhavemissedacquiringit.’

           ‘Andwhatisit?’saidAgnes,cheerfully.

           ‘Idon’tknowwhattocallit,’Ireplied.‘IthinkIamearnestandpersevering?’

           ‘Iamsureofit,’saidAgnes.

           ‘Andpatient,Agnes?’Iinquired,withalittlehesitation.

           ‘Yes,’returnedAgnes,laughing.‘Prettywell.’

           ‘Andyet,’saidI,‘Igetsomiserableandworried,andamsounsteadyandirresoluteinmypowerofassuringmyself,thatIknowImustwantshallIcallitreliance,ofsomekind?’

           ‘Callitso,ifyouwill,’saidAgnes.

           ‘Well!’Ireturned.‘Seehere!YoucometoLondon,Irelyonyou,andIhaveanobjectandacourseatonce.Iamdrivenoutofit,Icomehere,andinamomentIfeelanalteredperson.

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