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Chapter 19. The Father of the Marshalsea in two or three Relations

           Ihavenotbeenabletodomuchforyou;butallIhavebeenabletodo,Ihavedone.’

           ‘Yes,mydearfather,’sherejoined,kissinghim.‘Iknow,Iknow.’

           ‘Iaminthetwenty-thirdyearofmylifehere,’hesaid,withacatchinhisbreaththatwasnotsomuchasobasanirrepressiblesoundofself-approval,themomentaryoutburstofanobleconsciousness.‘ItisallIcoulddoformychildren—Ihavedoneit.Amy,mylove,youarebyfarthebestlovedofthethree;Ihavehadyouprincipallyinmymind—whateverIhavedoneforyoursake,mydearchild,Ihavedonefreelyandwithoutmurmuring.’

           Onlythewisdomthatholdsthecluetoallheartsandallmysteries,cansurelyknowtowhatextentaman,especiallyamanbroughtdownasthismanhadbeen,canimposeuponhimself.Enough,forthepresentplace,thathelaydownwithweteyelashes,serene,inamannermajestic,afterbestowinghislifeofdegradationasasortofportiononthedevotedchilduponwhomitsmiserieshadfallensoheavily,andwhoselovealonehadsavedhimtobeevenwhathewas.

           Thatchildhadnodoubts,askedherselfnoquestion,forshewasbuttoocontenttoseehimwithalustreroundhishead.Poordear,gooddear,truest,kindest,dearest,weretheonlywordsshehadforhim,asshehushedhimtorest.

           Sheneverlefthimallthatnight.Asifshehaddonehimawrongwhichhertendernesscouldhardlyrepair,shesatbyhiminhissleep,attimessoftlykissinghimwithsuspendedbreath,andcallinghiminawhisperbysomeendearingname

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