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A
man
of
business
had
a
small
property
in
trust
for
me
.
I
was
to
be
a
governess
;
I
became
a
governess
;
and
went
into
the
family
of
a
poor
nobleman
,
where
there
were
two
daughters
—
little
children
,
but
the
parents
wished
them
to
grow
up
,
if
possible
,
under
one
instructress
.
The
mother
was
young
and
pretty
.
From
the
first
,
she
made
a
show
of
behaving
to
me
with
great
delicacy
.
I
kept
my
resentment
to
myself
;
but
I
knew
very
well
that
it
was
her
way
of
petting
the
knowledge
that
she
was
my
Mistress
,
and
might
have
behaved
differently
to
her
servant
if
it
had
been
her
fancy
.
I
say
I
did
not
resent
it
,
nor
did
I
;
but
I
showed
her
,
by
not
gratifying
her
,
that
I
understood
her
.
When
she
pressed
me
to
take
wine
,
I
took
water
.
If
there
happened
to
be
anything
choice
at
table
,
she
always
sent
it
to
me
:
but
I
always
declined
it
,
and
ate
of
the
rejected
dishes
.
These
disappointments
of
her
patronage
were
a
sharp
retort
,
and
made
me
feel
independent
.
I
liked
the
children
.
They
were
timid
,
but
on
the
whole
disposed
to
attach
themselves
to
me
.
There
was
a
nurse
,
however
,
in
the
house
,
a
rosy
-
faced
woman
always
making
an
obtrusive
pretence
of
being
gay
and
good
-
humoured
,
who
had
nursed
them
both
,
and
who
had
secured
their
affections
before
I
saw
them
.
I
could
almost
have
settled
down
to
my
fate
but
for
this
woman
.
Her
artful
devices
for
keeping
herself
before
the
children
in
constant
competition
with
me
,
might
have
blinded
many
in
my
place
;
but
I
saw
through
them
from
the
first
.
On
the
pretext
of
arranging
my
rooms
and
waiting
on
me
and
taking
care
of
my
wardrobe
(
all
of
which
she
did
busily
)
,
she
was
never
absent
.
The
most
crafty
of
her
many
subtleties
was
her
feint
of
seeking
to
make
the
children
fonder
of
me
.
She
would
lead
them
to
me
and
coax
them
to
me
.
‘
Come
to
good
Miss
Wade
,
come
to
dear
Miss
Wade
,
come
to
pretty
Miss
Wade
.
She
loves
you
very
much
.
Miss
Wade
is
a
clever
lady
,
who
has
read
heaps
of
books
,
and
can
tell
you
far
better
and
more
interesting
stories
than
I
know
.
Come
and
hear
Miss
Wade
!
’
How
could
I
engage
their
attentions
,
when
my
heart
was
burning
against
these
ignorant
designs
?
How
could
I
wonder
,
when
I
saw
their
innocent
faces
shrinking
away
,
and
their
arms
twining
round
her
neck
,
instead
of
mine
?
Then
she
would
look
up
at
me
,
shaking
their
curls
from
her
face
,
and
say
,
‘
They
’
ll
come
round
soon
,
Miss
Wade
;
they
’
re
very
simple
and
loving
,
ma
’
am
;
don
’
t
be
at
all
cast
down
about
it
,
ma
’
am
’
—
exulting
over
me
!
There
was
another
thing
the
woman
did
.
At
times
,
when
she
saw
that
she
had
safely
plunged
me
into
a
black
despondent
brooding
by
these
means
,
she
would
call
the
attention
of
the
children
to
it
,
and
would
show
them
the
difference
between
herself
and
me
.
‘
Hush
!
Poor
Miss
Wade
is
not
well
.
Don
’
t
make
a
noise
,
my
dears
,
her
head
aches
.
Come
and
comfort
her
.
Come
and
ask
her
if
she
is
better
;
come
and
ask
her
to
lie
down
.
I
hope
you
have
nothing
on
your
mind
,
ma
’
am
.
Don
’
t
take
on
,
ma
’
am
,
and
be
sorry
!
’
It
became
intolerable
.
Her
ladyship
,
my
Mistress
,
coming
in
one
day
when
I
was
alone
,
and
at
the
height
of
feeling
that
I
could
support
it
no
longer
,
I
told
her
I
must
go
.
I
could
not
bear
the
presence
of
that
woman
Dawes
.
‘
Miss
Wade
!
Poor
Dawes
is
devoted
to
you
;
would
do
anything
for
you
!
’
I
knew
beforehand
she
would
say
so
;
I
was
quite
prepared
for
it
;
I
only
answered
,
it
was
not
for
me
to
contradict
my
Mistress
;
I
must
go
.
‘
I
hope
,
Miss
Wade
,
’
she
returned
,
instantly
assuming
the
tone
of
superiority
she
had
always
so
thinly
concealed
,
‘
that
nothing
I
have
ever
said
or
done
since
we
have
been
together
,
has
justified
your
use
of
that
disagreeable
word
,
“
Mistress
.
”
It
must
have
been
wholly
inadvertent
on
my
part
.
Pray
tell
me
what
it
is
.
’
