'
'I fully believe,' said Mrs Todgers, taking her pocket-handkerchief
from the flat reticule, 'that nobody can tell one half of what that poor
young creature has to undergo. But though she comes here, constantly,
to ease her poor full heart without his knowing it; and saying, "Mrs
Todgers, I am very low to-day; I think that I shall soon be dead," sits
crying in my room until the fit is past; I know no more from her. And,
I believe,' said Mrs Todgers, putting back her handkerchief again, 'that
she considers me a good friend too.'
Mrs Todgers might have said her best friend. Commercial gentlemen and
gravy had tried Mrs Todgers's temper; the main chance--it was such a
very small one in her case, that she might have been excused for looking
sharp after it, lest it should entirely vanish from her sight--had taken
a firm hold on Mrs Todgers's attention. But in some odd nook in Mrs
Todgers's breast, up a great many steps, and in a corner easy to be
overlooked, there was a secret door, with 'Woman' written on the spring,
which, at a touch from Mercy's hand, had flown wide open, and admitted
her for shelter.
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