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long, at last, that I almost feared you were lost.’

‘Lost!’ replied Nicholas gaily. ‘You will not be rid of me so
easily, I promise you. I shall rise to the surface many thousand
times yet, and the harder the thrust that pushes me down, the
more quickly I shall rebound, Smike. But come; my errand here is
to take you home.’

‘Home!’ faltered Smike, drawing timidly back.
‘Ay,’ rejoined Nicholas, taking his arm. ‘Why not?’
‘I had such hopes once,’ said Smike; ‘day and night, day and
night, for many years. I longed for home till I was weary, and
pined away with grief, but now--’

‘And what now?’ asked Nicholas, looking kindly in his face.
‘What now, old friend?’

‘I could not part from you to go to any home on earth,’ replied
Smike, pressing his hand; ‘except one, except one. I shall never be
an old man; and if your hand placed me in the grave, and I could
think, before I died, that you would come and look upon it
sometimes with one of your kind smiles, and in the summer
weather, when everything was alive--not dead like me--I could go
to that home almost without a tear.’

‘Why do you talk thus, poor boy, if your life is a happy one with
me?’ said Nicholas.

‘Because I should change; not those about me. And if they
forgot me, I should never know it,’ replied Smike. ‘In the
churchyard we are all alike, but here there are none like me. I am
a poor creature, but I know that.’

‘You are a foolish, silly creature,’ said Nicholas cheerfully. ‘If
that is what you mean, I grant you that. Why, here’s a dismal face
for ladies’ company!--my pretty sister too, whom you have so

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