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“
I
want
to
speak
to
you
a
minute
,
”
he
said
;
and
she
followed
him
across
the
passage
,
wondering
.
He
seated
himself
in
his
black
horse
-
hair
armchair
,
and
she
leaned
against
the
window
,
indifferently
.
She
was
impatient
to
be
gone
to
the
library
,
to
hunt
for
the
book
on
North
Dormer
.
“
See
here
,
”
he
said
,
“
why
ain
’
t
you
at
the
library
the
days
you
’
re
supposed
to
be
there
?
”
The
question
,
breaking
in
on
her
mood
of
blissful
abstraction
,
deprived
her
of
speech
,
and
she
stared
at
him
for
a
moment
without
answering
.
“
Who
says
I
ain
’
t
?
”
“
There
’
s
been
some
complaints
made
,
it
appears
.
Miss
Hatchard
sent
for
me
this
morning
—
—
”
Charity
’
s
smouldering
resentment
broke
into
a
blaze
.
“
I
know
!
Orma
Fry
,
and
that
toad
of
a
Targatt
girl
and
Ben
Fry
,
like
as
not
.
He
’
s
going
round
with
her
.
The
low
-
down
sneaks
—
I
always
knew
they
’
d
try
to
have
me
out
!
As
if
anybody
ever
came
to
the
library
,
anyhow
!
”
“
Somebody
did
yesterday
,
and
you
weren
’
t
there
.
”
“
Yesterday
?
”
she
laughed
at
her
happy
recollection
.
“
At
what
time
wasn
’
t
I
there
yesterday
,
I
’
d
like
to
know
?
”
