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flower painting rose
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air, that it lifted his mind out of its confusion, and bore it (such was my boyish thought) into the skies. As he wound the string in and it came lower and lower down out of the beautiful light, until it fluttered to the ground, and lay there like a dead thing, he seemed to wake gradually out of a dream; and I remember to have seen him take it up, and look about him in a lost way, as if they had both come down together, so that I pitied him with all my heart. ¡¡¡¡While I advanced in friendship and intimacy with Mr. Dick, I did not go backward in the favour of his staunch friend, my aunt. She took so kindly to me, that, in the course of a few weeks, she shortened my adopted name of Trotwood into Trot; and even encouraged me to hope, that if I went on as I had begun, I might take
oil painting equal rank in her affections with my sister Betsey Trotwood. ¡¡¡¡'Trot,' said my aunt one evening, when the backgammon-board was placed as usual for herself and Mr. Dick, 'we must not forget your education.' ¡¡¡¡This was my only subject of anxiety, and I felt quite delighted by her referring to it. ¡¡¡¡'Should you like to go to school at Canterbury?' said my aunt. ¡¡¡¡I replied that I should like it very much, as it was so near her. ¡¡¡¡'Good,' said my aunt. 'Should you like to go tomorrow?' ¡¡¡¡Being already no stranger to the general rapidity of my aunt's evolutions, I was not surprised by the suddenness of the proposal, and said: 'Yes.' ¡¡¡¡'Good,' said my aunt again. 'Janet, hire the grey pony and chaise tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, and pack up Master Trotwood's clothes tonight.'