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I
replied
that
I
had
no
complaint
to
make
,
either
of
my
Mistress
or
to
my
Mistress
;
but
I
must
go
.
She
hesitated
a
moment
,
and
then
sat
down
beside
me
,
and
laid
her
hand
on
mine
.
As
if
that
honour
would
obliterate
any
remembrance
!
‘
Miss
Wade
,
I
fear
you
are
unhappy
,
through
causes
over
which
I
have
no
influence
.
’
I
smiled
,
thinking
of
the
experience
the
word
awakened
,
and
said
,
‘
I
have
an
unhappy
temper
,
I
suppose
.
’
‘
I
did
not
say
that
.
’
‘
It
is
an
easy
way
of
accounting
for
anything
,
’
said
I
.
‘
It
may
be
;
but
I
did
not
say
so
.
What
I
wish
to
approach
is
something
very
different
.
My
husband
and
I
have
exchanged
some
remarks
upon
the
subject
,
when
we
have
observed
with
pain
that
you
have
not
been
easy
with
us
.
’
‘
Easy
?
Oh
!
You
are
such
great
people
,
my
lady
,
’
said
I
.
‘
I
am
unfortunate
in
using
a
word
which
may
convey
a
meaning
—
and
evidently
does
—
quite
opposite
to
my
intention
.
’
(
She
had
not
expected
my
reply
,
and
it
shamed
her
.
)
‘
I
only
mean
,
not
happy
with
us
.
It
is
a
difficult
topic
to
enter
on
;
but
,
from
one
young
woman
to
another
,
perhaps
—
in
short
,
we
have
been
apprehensive
that
you
may
allow
some
family
circumstances
of
which
no
one
can
be
more
innocent
than
yourself
,
to
prey
upon
your
spirits
.
If
so
,
let
us
entreat
you
not
to
make
them
a
cause
of
grief
.
My
husband
himself
,
as
is
well
known
,
formerly
had
a
very
dear
sister
who
was
not
in
law
his
sister
,
but
who
was
universally
beloved
and
respected
—
’
