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‘
She
speaks
the
truth
,
’
murmured
the
old
man
in
the
same
tone
as
before
.
‘
It
must
not
turn
me
,
but
it
is
the
truth
;
no
doubt
it
is
.
’
‘
Only
remember
what
we
have
been
since
that
bright
morning
when
we
turned
our
backs
upon
it
for
the
last
time
,
’
said
Nell
,
‘
only
remember
what
we
have
been
since
we
have
been
free
of
all
those
miseries
—
what
peaceful
days
and
quiet
nights
we
have
had
—
what
pleasant
times
we
have
known
—
what
happiness
we
have
enjoyed
.
If
we
have
been
tired
or
hungry
,
we
have
been
soon
refreshed
,
and
slept
the
sounder
for
it
.
Think
what
beautiful
things
we
have
seen
,
and
how
contented
we
have
felt
.
And
why
was
this
blessed
change
?
’
He
stopped
her
with
a
motion
of
his
hand
,
and
bade
her
talk
to
him
no
more
just
then
,
for
he
was
busy
.
After
a
time
he
kissed
her
cheek
,
still
motioning
her
to
silence
,
and
walked
on
,
looking
far
before
him
,
and
sometimes
stopping
and
gazing
with
a
puckered
brow
upon
the
ground
,
as
if
he
were
painfully
trying
to
collect
his
disordered
thoughts
.
Once
she
saw
tears
in
his
eyes
.
When
he
had
gone
on
thus
for
some
time
,
he
took
her
hand
in
his
as
he
was
accustomed
to
do
,
with
nothing
of
the
violence
or
animation
of
his
late
manner
;
and
so
,
by
degrees
so
fine
that
the
child
could
not
trace
them
,
he
settled
down
into
his
usual
quiet
way
,
and
suffered
her
to
lead
him
where
she
would
.
When
they
presented
themselves
in
the
midst
of
the
stupendous
collection
,
they
found
,
as
Nell
had
anticipated
,
that
Mrs
Jarley
was
not
yet
out
of
bed
,
and
that
,
although
she
had
suffered
some
uneasiness
on
their
account
overnight
,
and
had
indeed
sat
up
for
them
until
past
eleven
o
’
clock
,
she
had
retired
in
the
persuasion
,
that
,
being
overtaken
by
storm
at
some
distance
from
home
,
they
had
sought
the
nearest
shelter
,
and
would
not
return
before
morning
.
Nell
immediately
applied
herself
with
great
assiduity
to
the
decoration
and
preparation
of
the
room
,
and
had
the
satisfaction
of
completing
her
task
,
and
dressing
herself
neatly
,
before
the
beloved
of
the
Royal
Family
came
down
to
breakfast
.
‘
We
haven
’
t
had
,
’
said
Mrs
Jarley
when
the
meal
was
over
,
‘
more
than
eight
of
Miss
Monflathers
’
s
young
ladies
all
the
time
we
’
ve
been
here
,
and
there
’
s
twenty
-
six
of
‘
em
,
as
I
was
told
by
the
cook
when
I
asked
her
a
question
or
two
and
put
her
on
the
free
-
list
.
We
must
try
‘
em
with
a
parcel
of
new
bills
,
and
you
shall
take
it
,
my
dear
,
and
see
what
effect
that
has
upon
‘
em
.
’
The
proposed
expedition
being
one
of
paramount
importance
,
Mrs
Jarley
adjusted
Nell
’
s
bonnet
with
her
own
hands
,
and
declaring
that
she
certainly
did
look
very
pretty
,
and
reflected
credit
on
the
establishment
,
dismissed
her
with
many
commendations
,
and
certain
needful
directions
as
to
the
turnings
on
the
right
which
she
was
to
take
,
and
the
turnings
on
the
left
which
she
was
to
avoid
.
Thus
instructed
,
Nell
had
no
difficulty
in
finding
out
Miss
Monflathers
’
s
Boarding
and
Day
Establishment
,
which
was
a
large
house
,
with
a
high
wall
,
and
a
large
garden
-
gate
with
a
large
brass
plate
,
and
a
small
grating
through
which
Miss
Monflathers
’
s
parlour
-
maid
inspected
all
visitors
before
admitting
them
;
for
nothing
in
the
shape
of
a
man
—
no
,
not
even
a
milkman
—
was
suffered
,
without
special
license
,
to
pass
that
gate
.
Even
the
tax
-
gatherer
,
who
was
stout
,
and
wore
spectacles
and
a
broad
-
brimmed
hat
,
had
the
taxes
handed
through
the
grating
.
More
obdurate
than
gate
of
adamant
or
brass
,
this
gate
of
Miss
Monflathers
’
s
frowned
on
all
mankind
.
The
very
butcher
respected
it
as
a
gate
of
mystery
,
and
left
off
whistling
when
he
rang
the
bell
.
As
Nell
approached
the
awful
door
,
it
turned
slowly
upon
its
hinges
with
a
creaking
noise
,
and
,
forth
from
the
solemn
grove
beyond
,
came
a
long
file
of
young
ladies
,
two
and
two
,
all
with
open
books
in
their
hands
,
and
some
with
parasols
likewise
.
And
last
of
the
goodly
procession
came
Miss
Monflathers
,
bearing
herself
a
parasol
of
lilac
silk
,
and
supported
by
two
smiling
teachers
,
each
mortally
envious
of
the
other
,
and
devoted
unto
Miss
Monflathers
.
Confused
by
the
looks
and
whispers
of
the
girls
,
Nell
stood
with
downcast
eyes
and
suffered
the
procession
to
pass
on
,
until
Miss
Monflathers
,
bringing
up
the
rear
,
approached
her
,
when
she
curtseyed
and
presented
her
little
packet
;
on
receipt
whereof
Miss
Monflathers
commanded
that
the
line
should
halt
.
