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’
‘
Oh
!
’
said
Miss
Murdstone
.
‘
Then
here
’
s
one
day
off
.
’
She
kept
a
calendar
of
the
holidays
in
this
way
,
and
every
morning
checked
a
day
off
in
exactly
the
same
manner
.
She
did
it
gloomily
until
she
came
to
ten
,
but
when
she
got
into
two
figures
she
became
more
hopeful
,
and
,
as
the
time
advanced
,
even
jocular
.
It
was
on
this
very
first
day
that
I
had
the
misfortune
to
throw
her
,
though
she
was
not
subject
to
such
weakness
in
general
,
into
a
state
of
violent
consternation
.
I
came
into
the
room
where
she
and
my
mother
were
sitting
;
and
the
baby
(
who
was
only
a
few
weeks
old
)
being
on
my
mother
’
s
lap
,
I
took
it
very
carefully
in
my
arms
.
Suddenly
Miss
Murdstone
gave
such
a
scream
that
I
all
but
dropped
it
.
‘
My
dear
Jane
!
’
cried
my
mother
.
‘
Good
heavens
,
Clara
,
do
you
see
?
’
exclaimed
Miss
Murdstone
.
‘
See
what
,
my
dear
Jane
?
’
said
my
mother
;
‘
where
?
’
‘
He
’
s
got
it
!
’
cried
Miss
Murdstone
.
‘
The
boy
has
got
the
baby
!
’
She
was
limp
with
horror
;
but
stiffened
herself
to
make
a
dart
at
me
,
and
take
it
out
of
my
arms
.
Then
,
she
turned
faint
;
and
was
so
very
ill
that
they
were
obliged
to
give
her
cherry
brandy
.
I
was
solemnly
interdicted
by
her
,
on
her
recovery
,
from
touching
my
brother
any
more
on
any
pretence
whatever
;
and
my
poor
mother
,
who
,
I
could
see
,
wished
otherwise
,
meekly
confirmed
the
interdict
,
by
saying
:
‘
No
doubt
you
are
right
,
my
dear
Jane
.
’
