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Come now, my pretty aunt must go with me. She will manage the old ogre much better than I. And he must be managed somehow. It's all very fine talking of independence, but isn't it hard that a poor fellow should be living in constant dread of being carried off to that horrid, uncleanly, beastly den--bah! I don't like thinking of it--and all for the want of twenty pounds? You must go to him, Aunt Hilary.