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It
made
me
start
as
much
as
if
it
had
been
the
knock
of
a
footman
to
a
person
of
distinction
.
I
opened
the
door
;
and
at
first
looked
down
,
to
my
amazement
,
on
nothing
but
a
great
umbrella
that
appeared
to
be
walking
about
of
itself
.
But
presently
I
discovered
underneath
it
,
Miss
Mowcher
.
I
might
not
have
been
prepared
to
give
the
little
creature
a
very
kind
reception
,
if
,
on
her
removing
the
umbrella
,
which
her
utmost
efforts
were
unable
to
shut
up
,
she
had
shown
me
the
‘
volatile
’
expression
of
face
which
had
made
so
great
an
impression
on
me
at
our
first
and
last
meeting
.
But
her
face
,
as
she
turned
it
up
to
mine
,
was
so
earnest
;
and
when
I
relieved
her
of
the
umbrella
(
which
would
have
been
an
inconvenient
one
for
the
Irish
Giant
)
,
she
wrung
her
little
hands
in
such
an
afflicted
manner
;
that
I
rather
inclined
towards
her
.
‘
Miss
Mowcher
!
’
said
I
,
after
glancing
up
and
down
the
empty
street
,
without
distinctly
knowing
what
I
expected
to
see
besides
;
‘
how
do
you
come
here
?
What
is
the
matter
?
’
She
motioned
to
me
with
her
short
right
arm
,
to
shut
the
umbrella
for
her
;
and
passing
me
hurriedly
,
went
into
the
kitchen
.
When
I
had
closed
the
door
,
and
followed
,
with
the
umbrella
in
my
hand
,
I
found
her
sitting
on
the
corner
of
the
fender
—
it
was
a
low
iron
one
,
with
two
flat
bars
at
top
to
stand
plates
upon
—
in
the
shadow
of
the
boiler
,
swaying
herself
backwards
and
forwards
,
and
chafing
her
hands
upon
her
knees
like
a
person
in
pain
.
Quite
alarmed
at
being
the
only
recipient
of
this
untimely
visit
,
and
the
only
spectator
of
this
portentous
behaviour
,
I
exclaimed
again
,
‘
Pray
tell
me
,
Miss
Mowcher
,
what
is
the
matter
!
are
you
ill
?
’
‘
My
dear
young
soul
,
’
returned
Miss
Mowcher
,
squeezing
her
hands
upon
her
heart
one
over
the
other
.
‘
I
am
ill
here
,
I
am
very
ill
.
To
think
that
it
should
come
to
this
,
when
I
might
have
known
it
and
perhaps
prevented
it
,
if
I
hadn
’
t
been
a
thoughtless
fool
!
’
Again
her
large
bonnet
(
very
disproportionate
to
the
figure
)
went
backwards
and
forwards
,
in
her
swaying
of
her
little
body
to
and
fro
;
while
a
most
gigantic
bonnet
rocked
,
in
unison
with
it
,
upon
the
wall
.
‘
I
am
surprised
,
’
I
began
,
‘
to
see
you
so
distressed
and
serious
’
-
when
she
interrupted
me
.
‘
Yes
,
it
’
s
always
so
!
’
she
said
.
‘
They
are
all
surprised
,
these
inconsiderate
young
people
,
fairly
and
full
grown
,
to
see
any
natural
feeling
in
a
little
thing
like
me
!
They
make
a
plaything
of
me
,
use
me
for
their
amusement
,
throw
me
away
when
they
are
tired
,
and
wonder
that
I
feel
more
than
a
toy
horse
or
a
wooden
soldier
!
Yes
,
yes
,
that
’
s
the
way
.
The
old
way
!
’
‘
It
may
be
,
with
others
,
’
I
returned
,
‘
but
I
do
assure
you
it
is
not
with
me
.
Perhaps
I
ought
not
to
be
at
all
surprised
to
see
you
as
you
are
now
:
I
know
so
little
of
you
.
I
said
,
without
consideration
,
what
I
thought
.
’
