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“
Round
about
four
o
’
clock
.
”
Charity
was
silent
.
She
had
been
so
steeped
in
the
dreamy
remembrance
of
young
Harney
’
s
visit
that
she
had
forgotten
having
deserted
her
post
as
soon
as
he
had
left
the
library
.
“
Who
came
at
four
o
’
clock
?
”
“
Miss
Hatchard
did
.
”
“
Miss
Hatchard
?
Why
,
she
ain
’
t
ever
been
near
the
place
since
she
’
s
been
lame
.
She
couldn
’
t
get
up
the
steps
if
she
tried
.
”
“
She
can
be
helped
up
,
I
guess
.
She
was
yesterday
,
anyhow
,
by
the
young
fellow
that
’
s
staying
with
her
.
He
found
you
there
,
I
understand
,
earlier
in
the
afternoon
;
and
he
went
back
and
told
Miss
Hatchard
the
books
were
in
bad
shape
and
needed
attending
to
.
She
got
excited
,
and
had
herself
wheeled
straight
round
;
and
when
she
got
there
the
place
was
locked
.
So
she
sent
for
me
,
and
told
me
about
that
,
and
about
the
other
complaints
.
She
claims
you
’
ve
neglected
things
,
and
that
she
’
s
going
to
get
a
trained
librarian
.
”
Charity
had
not
moved
while
he
spoke
.
She
stood
with
her
head
thrown
back
against
the
window
-
frame
,
her
arms
hanging
against
her
sides
,
and
her
hands
so
tightly
clenched
that
she
felt
,
without
knowing
what
hurt
her
,
the
sharp
edge
of
her
nails
against
her
palms
.
Of
all
Mr
.
Royall
had
said
she
had
retained
only
the
phrase
:
“
He
told
Miss
Hatchard
the
books
were
in
bad
shape
.
”
What
did
she
care
for
the
other
charges
against
her
?
Malice
or
truth
,
she
despised
them
as
she
despised
her
detractors
.
But
that
the
stranger
to
whom
she
had
felt
herself
so
mysteriously
drawn
should
have
betrayed
her
!
That
at
the
very
moment
when
she
had
fled
up
the
hillside
to
think
of
him
more
deliciously
he
should
have
been
hastening
home
to
denounce
her
short
-
comings
!
She
remembered
how
,
in
the
darkness
of
her
room
,
she
had
covered
her
face
to
press
his
imagined
kiss
closer
;
and
her
heart
raged
against
him
for
the
liberty
he
had
not
taken
.
“
Well
,
I
’
ll
go
,
”
she
said
suddenly
.
“
I
’
ll
go
right
off
.
”
