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came nearer to thinking that I was indeed qualified 

 to fill the place of Aunty Green. Sometimes I 

 even wept a little, but ''all tears are not for sorrow." 

 Then at last came the doctor, and I was restored to 

 my vicious, comfortable habits by medical order. 



I must confess that to-day, when I found that 

 the Camberwell Cadger was on the doorstep, and 

 remembered in one vivid moment the tale of back- 

 sliding which he would have to hear, I murmured 

 that he would like to see Mr. Clifford, and ushered 

 him quickly into Jim's study with a long face, in 

 which I knew his quick eye would read pleading 

 and then I fled. Jim understood, as he always 

 understands ; and ten minutes later I saw the 

 Cadger depart with a jaunty step and a chinking of 

 the pocket, and I knew that the cause at any rate 

 was a gainer by my fall. " The gods sell all things 

 at a price " ; the price in this instance was my 

 priceless self-respect, the want of which impels me 

 to flee to the garden's deepest recesses at the very 

 name of the Camberwell Cadger. 



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