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'To stay,' I answered, quickly. ¡¡¡¡'You are sure?' ¡¡¡¡'If you please. If I may!' ¡¡¡¡'Why, it's but a dull life that we lead here, boy, I am afraid,' he said. ¡¡¡¡'Not more dull for me than Agnes, sir. Not dull at all!' ¡¡¡¡'Than Agnes,' he repeated, walking slowly to the great chimney-piece, and leaning against it. 'Than Agnes!' ¡¡¡¡He had drank wine that evening (or I fancied it), until his eyes were bloodshot. Not that I could see them now, for they were cast down, and shaded by his hand; but I had noticed them a little while before. ¡¡¡¡'Now I wonder,' he muttered,
oil painting'whether my Agnes tires of me. When should I ever tire of her! But that's different, that's quite different.' ¡¡¡¡He was musing, not speaking to me; so I remained quiet. 'A dull old house,' he said, 'and a monotonous life; but I must have her near me. I must keep her near me. If the thought that I may die and leave my darling, or that my darling may die and leave me, comes like a spectre, to distress my happiest hours, and is only to be drowned in -'