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"
Yes
,
"
she
replied
;
"
but
it
meant
more
than
it
said
.
It
meant
,
when
it
was
given
,
that
whoever
had
this
house
could
want
nothing
else
.
They
must
have
been
easily
satisfied
in
those
days
,
I
should
think
.
But
don
’
t
loiter
,
boy
.
"
Though
she
called
me
"
boy
"
so
often
,
and
with
a
carelessness
that
was
far
from
complimentary
,
she
was
of
about
my
own
age
.
She
seemed
much
older
than
I
,
of
course
,
being
a
girl
,
and
beautiful
and
self
-
possessed
;
and
she
was
as
scornful
of
me
as
if
she
had
been
one
-
and
-
twenty
,
and
a
queen
.
We
went
into
the
house
by
a
side
door
,
the
great
front
entrance
had
two
chains
across
it
outside
—
and
the
first
thing
I
noticed
was
,
that
the
passages
were
all
dark
,
and
that
she
had
left
a
candle
burning
there
.
She
took
it
up
,
and
we
went
through
more
passages
and
up
a
staircase
,
and
still
it
was
all
dark
,
and
only
the
candle
lighted
us
.
At
last
we
came
to
the
door
of
a
room
,
and
she
said
,
"
Go
in
.
"
I
answered
,
more
in
shyness
than
politeness
,
"
After
you
,
miss
.
"
To
this
she
returned
:
"
Don
’
t
be
ridiculous
,
boy
;
I
am
not
going
in
.
"
And
scornfully
walked
away
,
and
—
what
was
worse
—
took
the
candle
with
her
.
This
was
very
uncomfortable
,
and
I
was
half
afraid
.
However
,
the
only
thing
to
be
done
being
to
knock
at
the
door
,
I
knocked
,
and
was
told
from
within
to
enter
.
I
entered
,
therefore
,
and
found
myself
in
a
pretty
large
room
,
well
lighted
with
wax
candles
.
No
glimpse
of
daylight
was
to
be
seen
in
it
.
It
was
a
dressing
-
room
,
as
I
supposed
from
the
furniture
,
though
much
of
it
was
of
forms
and
uses
then
quite
unknown
to
me
.
But
prominent
in
it
was
a
draped
table
with
a
gilded
looking
-
glass
,
and
that
I
made
out
at
first
sight
to
be
a
fine
lady
’
s
dressing
-
table
.
Whether
I
should
have
made
out
this
object
so
soon
if
there
had
been
no
fine
lady
sitting
at
it
,
I
cannot
say
.
In
an
arm
-
chair
,
with
an
elbow
resting
on
the
table
and
her
head
leaning
on
that
hand
,
sat
the
strangest
lady
I
have
ever
seen
,
or
shall
ever
see
.
She
was
dressed
in
rich
materials
—
satins
,
and
lace
,
and
silks
—
all
of
white
.
Her
shoes
were
white
.
And
she
had
a
long
white
veil
dependent
from
her
hair
,
and
she
had
bridal
flowers
in
her
hair
,
but
her
hair
was
white
.
Some
bright
jewels
sparkled
on
her
neck
and
on
her
hands
,
and
some
other
jewels
lay
sparkling
on
the
table
.
Dresses
,
less
splendid
than
the
dress
she
wore
,
and
half
-
packed
trunks
,
were
scattered
about
.
She
had
not
quite
finished
dressing
,
for
she
had
but
one
shoe
on
—
the
other
was
on
the
table
near
her
hand
—
her
veil
was
but
half
arranged
,
her
watch
and
chain
were
not
put
on
,
and
some
lace
for
her
bosom
lay
with
those
trinkets
,
and
with
her
handkerchief
,
and
gloves
,
and
some
flowers
,
and
a
Prayer
–
Book
all
confusedly
heaped
about
the
looking
-
glass
.
