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‘
Your
pretty
daughter
,
’
she
said
,
‘
starts
to
think
of
such
things
.
Yet
,
’
looking
full
upon
her
,
‘
you
may
be
sure
that
there
are
men
and
women
already
on
their
road
,
who
have
their
business
to
do
with
you
,
and
who
will
do
it
.
Of
a
certainty
they
will
do
it
.
They
may
be
coming
hundreds
,
thousands
,
of
miles
over
the
sea
there
;
they
may
be
close
at
hand
now
;
they
may
be
coming
,
for
anything
you
know
or
anything
you
can
do
to
prevent
it
,
from
the
vilest
sweepings
of
this
very
town
.
’
With
the
coldest
of
farewells
,
and
with
a
certain
worn
expression
on
her
beauty
that
gave
it
,
though
scarcely
yet
in
its
prime
,
a
wasted
look
,
she
left
the
room
.
Now
,
there
were
many
stairs
and
passages
that
she
had
to
traverse
in
passing
from
that
part
of
the
spacious
house
to
the
chamber
she
had
secured
for
her
own
occupation
.
When
she
had
almost
completed
the
journey
,
and
was
passing
along
the
gallery
in
which
her
room
was
,
she
heard
an
angry
sound
of
muttering
and
sobbing
.
A
door
stood
open
,
and
within
she
saw
the
attendant
upon
the
girl
she
had
just
left
;
the
maid
with
the
curious
name
.
She
stood
still
,
to
look
at
this
maid
.
A
sullen
,
passionate
girl
!
Her
rich
black
hair
was
all
about
her
face
,
her
face
was
flushed
and
hot
,
and
as
she
sobbed
and
raged
,
she
plucked
at
her
lips
with
an
unsparing
hand
.
‘
Selfish
brutes
!
’
said
the
girl
,
sobbing
and
heaving
between
whiles
.
‘
Not
caring
what
becomes
of
me
!
Leaving
me
here
hungry
and
thirsty
and
tired
,
to
starve
,
for
anything
they
care
!
Beasts
!
Devils
!
Wretches
!
’
‘
My
poor
girl
,
what
is
the
matter
?
’
She
looked
up
suddenly
,
with
reddened
eyes
,
and
with
her
hands
suspended
,
in
the
act
of
pinching
her
neck
,
freshly
disfigured
with
great
scarlet
blots
.
‘
It
’
s
nothing
to
you
what
’
s
the
matter
.
It
don
’
t
signify
to
any
one
.
’
‘
O
yes
it
does
;
I
am
sorry
to
see
you
so
.
’
