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'Not that I am vain of it, now, you mocking boy,' she says, when I
smile; 'but because you used to say you thought it so beautiful;
and because, when I first began to think about you, I used to peep
in the glass, and wonder whether you would like very much to have
a lock of it. Oh what a foolish fellow you were, Doady, when I
gave you one!'
'That was on the day when you were painting the flowers I had given
you, Dora, and when I told you how much in love I was.'
'Ah! but I didn't like to tell you,' says Dora, 'then, how I had
cried over them, because I believed you really liked me! When I can
run about again as I used to do, Doady, let us go and see those
places where we were such a silly couple, shall we? And take some
of the old walks? And not forget poor papa?'
'Yes, we will, and have some happy days. So you must make haste to
get well, my dear.'
'Oh, I shall soon do that! I am so much better, you don't know!'
It is evening; and I sit in the same chair, by the same bed, with
the same face turned towards me. We have been silent, and there is
a smile upon her face. I have ceased to carry my light burden up
and down stairs now. She lies here all the day.
'My dear Dora!'
'You won't think what I am going to say, unreasonable, after what
you told me, such a little while ago, of Mr. Wickfield's not being
well? I want to see Agnes. Very much I want to see her.'
'I will write to her, my dear.'
'What a good, kind boy! Doady, take me on your arm. Indeed, my
dear, it's not a whim. It's not a foolish fancy. I want, very
much indeed, to see her!'