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I
would
not
have
trusted
her
with
the
rack
itself
,
while
that
furious
look
lasted
.
She
slowly
,
very
slowly
,
broke
into
a
laugh
,
and
pointed
at
Emily
with
her
hand
,
as
if
she
were
a
sight
of
shame
for
gods
and
men
.
‘
SHE
love
!
’
she
said
.
‘
THAT
carrion
!
And
he
ever
cared
for
her
,
she
’
d
tell
me
.
Ha
,
ha
!
The
liars
that
these
traders
are
!
’
Her
mockery
was
worse
than
her
undisguised
rage
.
Of
the
two
,
I
would
have
much
preferred
to
be
the
object
of
the
latter
.
But
,
when
she
suffered
it
to
break
loose
,
it
was
only
for
a
moment
.
She
had
chained
it
up
again
,
and
however
it
might
tear
her
within
,
she
subdued
it
to
herself
.
‘
I
came
here
,
you
pure
fountain
of
love
,
’
she
said
,
‘
to
see
—
as
I
began
by
telling
you
—
what
such
a
thing
as
you
was
like
.
I
was
curious
.
I
am
satisfied
.
Also
to
tell
you
,
that
you
had
best
seek
that
home
of
yours
,
with
all
speed
,
and
hide
your
head
among
those
excellent
people
who
are
expecting
you
,
and
whom
your
money
will
console
.
When
it
’
s
all
gone
,
you
can
believe
,
and
trust
,
and
love
again
,
you
know
!
I
thought
you
a
broken
toy
that
had
lasted
its
time
;
a
worthless
spangle
that
was
tarnished
,
and
thrown
away
.
But
,
finding
you
true
gold
,
a
very
lady
,
and
an
ill
-
used
innocent
,
with
a
fresh
heart
full
of
love
and
trustfulness
—
which
you
look
like
,
and
is
quite
consistent
with
your
story
!
—
I
have
something
more
to
say
.
Attend
to
it
;
for
what
I
say
I
’
ll
do
.
Do
you
hear
me
,
you
fairy
spirit
?
What
I
say
,
I
mean
to
do
!
’
Her
rage
got
the
better
of
her
again
,
for
a
moment
;
but
it
passed
over
her
face
like
a
spasm
,
and
left
her
smiling
.
‘
Hide
yourself
,
’
she
pursued
,
‘
if
not
at
home
,
somewhere
.
Let
it
be
somewhere
beyond
reach
;
in
some
obscure
life
—
or
,
better
still
,
in
some
obscure
death
.
I
wonder
,
if
your
loving
heart
will
not
break
,
you
have
found
no
way
of
helping
it
to
be
still
!
I
have
heard
of
such
means
sometimes
.
I
believe
they
may
be
easily
found
.
’
A
low
crying
,
on
the
part
of
Emily
,
interrupted
her
here
.
She
stopped
,
and
listened
to
it
as
if
it
were
music
.
‘
I
am
of
a
strange
nature
,
perhaps
,
’
Rosa
Dartle
went
on
;
‘
but
I
can
’
t
breathe
freely
in
the
air
you
breathe
.
I
find
it
sickly
.
Therefore
,
I
will
have
it
cleared
;
I
will
have
it
purified
of
you
.
If
you
live
here
tomorrow
,
I
’
ll
have
your
story
and
your
character
proclaimed
on
the
common
stair
.
There
are
decent
women
in
the
house
,
I
am
told
;
and
it
is
a
pity
such
a
light
as
you
should
be
among
them
,
and
concealed
.
If
,
leaving
here
,
you
seek
any
refuge
in
this
town
in
any
character
but
your
true
one
(
which
you
are
welcome
to
bear
,
without
molestation
from
me
)
,
the
same
service
shall
be
done
you
,
if
I
hear
of
your
retreat
.
Being
assisted
by
a
gentleman
who
not
long
ago
aspired
to
the
favour
of
your
hand
,
I
am
sanguine
as
to
that
.
’
