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Miss
Hatchard
clasped
her
nervous
hands
about
the
arms
of
her
chair
.
Her
eyes
invoked
the
faded
countenances
on
the
wall
,
and
after
a
faint
cough
of
indecision
she
brought
out
:
“
The
.
.
.
the
housework
’
s
too
hard
for
you
,
I
suppose
?
”
Charity
’
s
heart
grew
cold
.
She
understood
that
Miss
Hatchard
had
no
help
to
give
her
and
that
she
would
have
to
fight
her
way
out
of
her
difficulty
alone
.
A
deeper
sense
of
isolation
overcame
her
;
she
felt
incalculably
old
.
“
She
’
s
got
to
be
talked
to
like
a
baby
,
”
she
thought
,
with
a
feeling
of
compassion
for
Miss
Hatchard
’
s
long
immaturity
.
“
Yes
,
that
’
s
it
,
”
she
said
aloud
.
“
The
housework
’
s
too
hard
for
me
:
I
’
ve
been
coughing
a
good
deal
this
fall
.
”
She
noted
the
immediate
effect
of
this
suggestion
.
Miss
Hatchard
paled
at
the
memory
of
poor
Eudora
’
s
taking
-
off
,
and
promised
to
do
what
she
could
.
But
of
course
there
were
people
she
must
consult
:
the
clergyman
,
the
selectmen
of
North
Dormer
,
and
a
distant
Hatchard
relative
at
Springfield
.
“
If
you
’
d
only
gone
to
school
!
”
she
sighed
.
She
followed
Charity
to
the
door
,
and
there
,
in
the
security
of
the
threshold
,
said
with
a
glance
of
evasive
appeal
:
“
I
know
Mr
.
Royall
is
.
.
.
trying
at
times
;
but
his
wife
bore
with
him
;
and
you
must
always
remember
,
Charity
,
that
it
was
Mr
.
Royall
who
brought
you
down
from
the
Mountain
.
”
Charity
went
home
and
opened
the
door
of
Mr
.
Royall
’
s
“
office
.
”
He
was
sitting
there
by
the
stove
reading
Daniel
Webster
’
s
speeches
.
They
had
met
at
meals
during
the
five
days
that
had
elapsed
since
he
had
come
to
her
door
,
and
she
had
walked
at
his
side
at
Eudora
’
s
funeral
;
but
they
had
not
spoken
a
word
to
each
other
.
He
glanced
up
in
surprise
as
she
entered
,
and
she
noticed
that
he
was
unshaved
,
and
that
he
looked
unusually
old
;
but
as
she
had
always
thought
of
him
as
an
old
man
the
change
in
his
appearance
did
not
move
her
.
She
told
him
she
had
been
to
see
Miss
Hatchard
,
and
with
what
object
.
She
saw
that
he
was
astonished
;
but
he
made
no
comment
.
“
I
told
her
the
housework
was
too
hard
for
me
,
and
I
wanted
to
earn
the
money
to
pay
for
a
hired
girl
.
But
I
ain
’
t
going
to
pay
for
her
:
you
’
ve
got
to
.
I
want
to
have
some
money
of
my
own
.
”
Mr
.
Royall
’
s
bushy
black
eyebrows
were
drawn
together
in
a
frown
,
and
he
sat
drumming
with
ink
-
stained
nails
on
the
edge
of
his
desk
.
“
What
do
you
want
to
earn
money
for
?
”
he
asked
.
“
So
’
s
to
get
away
when
I
want
to
.
”
