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Entering
her
prison
-
house
with
a
listless
step
she
took
off
her
hat
,
hung
it
on
a
plaster
bust
of
Minerva
,
opened
the
shutters
,
leaned
out
to
see
if
there
were
any
eggs
in
the
swallow
’
s
nest
above
one
of
the
windows
,
and
finally
,
seating
herself
behind
the
desk
,
drew
out
a
roll
of
cotton
lace
and
a
steel
crochet
hook
.
She
was
not
an
expert
workwoman
,
and
it
had
taken
her
many
weeks
to
make
the
half
-
yard
of
narrow
lace
which
she
kept
wound
about
the
buckram
back
of
a
disintegrated
copy
of
“
The
Lamplighter
.
”
But
there
was
no
other
way
of
getting
any
lace
to
trim
her
summer
blouse
,
and
since
Ally
Hawes
,
the
poorest
girl
in
the
village
,
had
shown
herself
in
church
with
enviable
transparencies
about
the
shoulders
,
Charity
’
s
hook
had
travelled
faster
.
She
unrolled
the
lace
,
dug
the
hook
into
a
loop
,
and
bent
to
the
task
with
furrowed
brows
.
Suddenly
the
door
opened
,
and
before
she
had
raised
her
eyes
she
knew
that
the
young
man
she
had
seen
going
in
at
the
Hatchard
gate
had
entered
the
library
.
Without
taking
any
notice
of
her
he
began
to
move
slowly
about
the
long
vault
-
like
room
,
his
hands
behind
his
back
,
his
short
-
sighted
eyes
peering
up
and
down
the
rows
of
rusty
bindings
.
At
length
he
reached
the
desk
and
stood
before
her
.
“
Have
you
a
card
-
catalogue
?
”
he
asked
in
a
pleasant
abrupt
voice
;
and
the
oddness
of
the
question
caused
her
to
drop
her
work
.
“
A
WHAT
?
”
“
Why
,
you
know
—
—
”
He
broke
off
,
and
she
became
conscious
that
he
was
looking
at
her
for
the
first
time
,
having
apparently
,
on
his
entrance
,
included
her
in
his
general
short
-
sighted
survey
as
part
of
the
furniture
of
the
library
.
The
fact
that
,
in
discovering
her
,
he
lost
the
thread
of
his
remark
,
did
not
escape
her
attention
,
and
she
looked
down
and
smiled
.
He
smiled
also
.
“
No
,
I
don
’
t
suppose
you
do
know
,
”
he
corrected
himself
.
“
In
fact
,
it
would
be
almost
a
pity
—
—
”
She
thought
she
detected
a
slight
condescension
in
his
tone
,
and
asked
sharply
:
“
Why
?
”
“
Because
it
’
s
so
much
pleasanter
,
in
a
small
library
like
this
,
to
poke
about
by
one
’
s
self
—
with
the
help
of
the
librarian
.
”
