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The Old Piano

           IthinkIlovedyoufromthefirstminutethatIsawyou,whenGeorgebroughtmetoyourhouse,toshowmetheAmeliawhomhewasengagedto.Youwerebutagirl,inwhite,withlargeringlets;youcamedownsingingdoyouremember?andwewenttoVauxhall.SincethenIhavethoughtofbutonewomanintheworld,andthatwasyou.IthinkthereisnohourinthedayhaspassedfortwelveyearsthatIhaven’tthoughtofyou.IcametotellyouthisbeforeIwenttoIndia,butyoudidnotcare,andIhadn’tthehearttospeak.YoudidnotcarewhetherIstayedorwent."

           "Iwasveryungrateful,"Ameliasaid.

           "No,onlyindifferent,"Dobbincontinueddesperately."Ihavenothingtomakeawomantobeotherwise.Iknowwhatyouarefeelingnow.Youarehurtinyourheartatthediscoveryaboutthepiano,andthatitcamefrommeandnotfromGeorge.Iforgot,orIshouldneverhavespokenofitso.Itisformetoaskyourpardonforbeingafoolforamoment,andthinkingthatyearsofconstancyanddevotionmighthavepleadedwithyou."

           "Itisyouwhoarecruelnow,"Ameliasaidwithsomespirit."Georgeismyhusband,hereandinheaven.HowcouldIloveanyotherbuthim?Iamhisnowaswhenyoufirstsawme,dearWilliam.Itwashewhotoldmehowgoodandgenerousyouwere,andwhotaughtmetoloveyouasabrother

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