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we had loved each other as a boy and a girl, and forgotten it? Undisciplined heart, reply! How the time wears, I know not; until I am recalled by my child-wife's old companion. More restless than he was, he crawls out of his house, and looks at me, and wanders to the door, and whines to go upstairs. 'Not tonight, Jip! Not tonight!' He comes very slowly back to me, licks my hand, and lifts his dim eyes to my face. 'Oh, Jip! It may be, never again!' He lies down at my feet, stretches himself out as if to sleep, and with a plaintive cry, is dead. 'Oh, Agnes! Look, look, here!' - That face, so full of pity, and of grief, that rain of tears, that awful mute appeal to me, that solemn hand upraised towards Heaven! 'Agnes?' It is over. Darkness comes before my eyes; and, for a time, all things are blotted out of my remembrance. CHAPTER 54 Mr. MICAWBER'S TRANSACTIONS This is not the time at which I am to enter on the state of my mind beneath its load of sorrow. I came to think that the Future was walled up before me, that the energy and action of my life were at an end, that I never could find any refuge but in the grave. I came to think so, I say, but not in the first shock of my grief. It slowly grew to that. If the events I go on to relate, had not thickened around me, in the beginning to confuse, and in the end to augment, my affliction, it is possible (though I think not probable), that I might have fallen at once into this condition. As it was, an interval occurred before I fully knew my own |
