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Never Wonder

           

           ‘Indeed,Tom?Doyoureallyandtrulysayso?’

           ‘Why,ofcourseIdo.What’stheuseoftalkingaboutit!’returnedTom,chafinghisfaceonhiscoat-sleeve,asiftomortifyhisflesh,andhaveitinunisonwithhisspirit.

           ‘Because,Tom,’saidhissister,aftersilentlywatchingthesparksawhile,‘asIgetolder,andnearergrowingup,Ioftensitwonderinghere,andthinkhowunfortunateitisformethatIcan’treconcileyoutohomebetterthanIamabletodo.Idon’tknowwhatothergirlsknow.Ican’tplaytoyou,orsingtoyou.Ican’ttalktoyousoastolightenyourmind,forIneverseeanyamusingsightsorreadanyamusingbooksthatitwouldbeapleasureorarelieftoyoutotalkabout,whenyouaretired.’

           ‘Well,nomoredoI.Iamasbadasyouinthatrespect;andIamaMuletoo,whichyou’renot.IffatherwasdeterminedtomakemeeitheraPrigoraMule,andIamnotaPrig,why,itstandstoreason,ImustbeaMule.AndsoIam,’saidTom,desperately.

           ‘It’sagreatpity,’saidLouisa,afteranotherpause,andspeakingthoughtfullyoutofherdarkcorner:‘it’sagreatpity,Tom.It’sveryunfortunateforbothofus.’

           ‘Oh!You,’saidTom;‘youareagirl,Loo,andagirlcomesoutofitbetterthanaboydoes.Idon’tmissanythinginyou.YouaretheonlypleasureIhaveyoucanbrighteneventhisplaceandyoucanalwaysleadmeasyoulike.’

           ‘Youareadearbrother,Tom;andwhileyouthinkIcandosuchthings,Idon’tsomuchmindknowingbetter.

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