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Miss
Hatchard
blinked
perplexedly
behind
her
eye
-
glasses
.
Her
long
frail
face
was
full
of
puzzled
wrinkles
,
and
she
leant
forward
,
resting
her
hands
on
the
arms
of
her
mahogany
armchair
,
with
the
evident
desire
to
say
something
that
ought
to
be
said
.
“
The
feeling
does
you
credit
,
my
dear
.
”
She
looked
about
the
pale
walls
of
her
sitting
-
room
,
seeking
counsel
of
ancestral
daguerreotypes
and
didactic
samplers
;
but
they
seemed
to
make
utterance
more
difficult
.
“
The
fact
is
,
it
’
s
not
only
—
not
only
because
of
the
advantages
.
There
are
other
reasons
.
You
’
re
too
young
to
understand
—
—
”
“
Oh
,
no
,
I
ain
’
t
,
”
said
Charity
harshly
;
and
Miss
Hatchard
blushed
to
the
roots
of
her
blonde
cap
.
But
she
must
have
felt
a
vague
relief
at
having
her
explanation
cut
short
,
for
she
concluded
,
again
invoking
the
daguerreotypes
:
“
Of
course
I
shall
always
do
what
I
can
for
you
;
and
in
case
.
.
.
in
case
.
.
.
you
know
you
can
always
come
to
me
.
.
.
.
”
Lawyer
Royall
was
waiting
for
Charity
in
the
porch
when
she
returned
from
this
visit
.
He
had
shaved
,
and
brushed
his
black
coat
,
and
looked
a
magnificent
monument
of
a
man
;
at
such
moments
she
really
admired
him
.
“
Well
,
”
he
said
,
“
is
it
settled
?
”
“
Yes
,
it
’
s
settled
.
I
ain
’
t
going
.
”
“
Not
to
the
Nettleton
school
?
”
