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‘
Oh
,
my
dear
,
dear
mistress
!
’
exclaimed
the
bodyguard
,
kneeling
frantically
by
the
side
of
the
prostrate
Mrs
.
Pott
.
‘
Oh
,
my
dear
mistress
,
what
is
the
matter
?
’
‘
Your
master
—
your
brutal
master
,
’
murmured
the
patient
.
Pott
was
evidently
giving
way
.
‘
It
’
s
a
shame
,
’
said
the
bodyguard
reproachfully
.
‘
I
know
he
’
ll
be
the
death
on
you
,
ma
’
am
.
Poor
dear
thing
!
’
He
gave
way
more
.
The
opposite
party
followed
up
the
attack
.
‘
Oh
,
don
’
t
leave
me
—
don
’
t
leave
me
,
Goodwin
,
’
murmured
Mrs
.
Pott
,
clutching
at
the
wrist
of
the
said
Goodwin
with
an
hysteric
jerk
.
‘
You
’
re
the
only
person
that
’
s
kind
to
me
,
Goodwin
.
’
At
this
affecting
appeal
,
Goodwin
got
up
a
little
domestic
tragedy
of
her
own
,
and
shed
tears
copiously
.
‘
Never
,
ma
’
am
—
never
,
’
said
Goodwin
.
‘
Oh
,
sir
,
you
should
be
careful
—
you
should
indeed
;
you
don
’
t
know
what
harm
you
may
do
missis
;
you
’
ll
be
sorry
for
it
one
day
,
I
know
—
I
’
ve
always
said
so
.
’
The
unlucky
Pott
looked
timidly
on
,
but
said
nothing
.
‘
Goodwin
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Pott
,
in
a
soft
voice
.
