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She
broke
off
in
the
middle
of
her
words
.
They
both
heard
the
sound
that
checked
her
.
It
was
not
on
the
slates
,
but
on
the
stairs
below
,
and
it
was
Miss
Minchin
's
angry
voice
.
Sara
sprang
off
the
bed
,
and
put
out
the
candle
.
"
She
is
scolding
Becky
,
"
she
whispered
,
as
she
stood
in
the
darkness
.
"
She
is
making
her
cry
.
"
"
Will
she
come
in
here
?
"
Ermengarde
whispered
back
,
panic-stricken
.
"
No
.
She
will
think
I
am
in
bed
.
Do
n't
stir
.
"
It
was
very
seldom
that
Miss
Minchin
mounted
the
last
flight
of
stairs
.
Sara
could
only
remember
that
she
had
done
it
once
before
.
But
now
she
was
angry
enough
to
be
coming
at
least
part
of
the
way
up
,
and
it
sounded
as
if
she
was
driving
Becky
before
her
.
"
You
impudent
,
dishonest
child
!
"
they
heard
her
say
.
"
Cook
tells
me
she
has
missed
things
repeatedly
.
"
"
'
T
war
n't
me
,
mum
,
"
said
Becky
sobbing
.
"
I
was
'
ungry
enough
,
but
'
t
war
n't
me
--
never
!
"
"
You
deserve
to
be
sent
to
prison
,
"
said
Miss
Minchin
's
voice
.
"
Picking
and
stealing
!
Half
a
meat
pie
,
indeed
!
"
"
'
T
war
n't
me
,
"
wept
Becky
.
"
I
could
'
ave
eat
a
whole
un
--
but
I
never
laid
a
finger
on
it
.
"
