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For a little while that afternoon I watched Cruikshank bedding out his / stocks. He has evidently been warned to be very careful what he says / about my going. I gather that from the fact that he leaves the subject / severely alone. It shows a discretion on his part which, while it may / be the better part of valor, has an irritating way of defeating its / own ends. I can imagine all they have been saying about Clarissa and / myself, while Cruikshank, hiding his head under the sand of silence, / is patting himself on the back in the belief that I cannot see all he / knows.
It was thinking of this hidden head of his that made me ask him did his / back not ache over the labors of a garden.