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“
That
’
s
not
Nanny
,
”
he
said
.
“
It
is
Nanny
.
I
have
seen
her
many
times
since
you
have
.
Illness
makes
a
great
difference
.
”
“
Why
,
that
girl
must
have
been
to
the
back
of
the
north
wind
!
”
thought
Diamond
,
but
he
said
nothing
,
only
stared
;
and
as
he
stared
,
something
of
the
old
Nanny
began
to
dawn
through
the
face
of
the
new
Nanny
.
The
old
Nanny
,
though
a
good
girl
,
and
a
friendly
girl
,
had
been
rough
,
blunt
in
her
speech
,
and
dirty
in
her
person
.
Her
face
would
always
have
reminded
one
who
had
already
been
to
the
back
of
the
north
wind
of
something
he
had
seen
in
the
best
of
company
,
but
it
had
been
coarse
notwithstanding
,
partly
from
the
weather
,
partly
from
her
living
amongst
low
people
,
and
partly
from
having
to
defend
herself
:
now
it
was
so
sweet
,
and
gentle
,
and
refined
,
that
she
might
have
had
a
lady
and
gentleman
for
a
father
and
mother
.
And
Diamond
could
not
help
thinking
of
words
which
he
had
heard
in
the
church
the
day
before
:
“
Surely
it
is
good
to
be
afflicted
;
”
or
something
like
that
.
North
Wind
,
somehow
or
other
,
must
have
had
to
do
with
her
!
She
had
grown
from
a
rough
girl
into
a
gentle
maiden
.
Mr
.
Raymond
,
however
,
was
not
surprised
,
for
he
was
used
to
see
such
lovely
changes
—
something
like
the
change
which
passes
upon
the
crawling
,
many
-
footed
creature
,
when
it
turns
sick
and
ill
,
and
revives
a
butterfly
,
with
two
wings
instead
of
many
feet
.
Instead
of
her
having
to
take
care
of
herself
,
kind
hands
ministered
to
her
,
making
her
comfortable
and
sweet
and
clean
,
soothing
her
aching
head
,
and
giving
her
cooling
drink
when
she
was
thirsty
;
and
kind
eyes
,
the
stars
of
the
kingdom
of
heaven
,
had
shone
upon
her
;
so
that
,
what
with
the
fire
of
the
fever
and
the
dew
of
tenderness
,
that
which
was
coarse
in
her
had
melted
away
,
and
her
whole
face
had
grown
so
refined
and
sweet
that
Diamond
did
not
know
her
.
But
as
he
gazed
,
the
best
of
the
old
face
,
all
the
true
and
good
part
of
it
,
that
which
was
Nanny
herself
,
dawned
upon
him
,
like
the
moon
coming
out
of
a
cloud
,
until
at
length
,
instead
of
only
believing
Mr
.
Raymond
that
this
was
she
,
he
saw
for
himself
that
it
was
Nanny
indeed
—
very
worn
but
grown
beautiful
.
He
went
up
to
her
.
She
smiled
.
He
had
heard
her
laugh
,
but
had
never
seen
her
smile
before
.
“
Nanny
,
do
you
know
me
?
”
said
Diamond
.
She
only
smiled
again
,
as
if
the
question
was
amusing
.
She
was
not
likely
to
forget
him
;
for
although
she
did
not
yet
know
it
was
he
who
had
got
her
there
,
she
had
dreamed
of
him
often
,
and
had
talked
much
about
him
when
delirious
.
Nor
was
it
much
wonder
,
for
he
was
the
only
boy
except
Joe
who
had
ever
shown
her
kindness
.
Meantime
Mr
.
Raymond
was
going
from
bed
to
bed
,
talking
to
the
little
people
.
Every
one
knew
him
,
and
every
one
was
eager
to
have
a
look
,
and
a
smile
,
and
a
kind
word
from
him
.
