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It
was
very
like
the
scene
in
the
schoolroom
.
There
was
no
pertness
in
Sara
's
manner
.
It
was
only
sad
and
quiet
.
"
I
was
wondering
,
"
she
said
in
a
low
voice
,
"
what
MY
papa
would
say
if
he
knew
where
I
am
tonight
.
"
Miss
Minchin
was
infuriated
just
as
she
had
been
before
and
her
anger
expressed
itself
,
as
before
,
in
an
intemperate
fashion
.
She
flew
at
her
and
shook
her
.
"
You
insolent
,
unmanageable
child
!
"
she
cried
.
"
How
dare
you
!
How
dare
you
!
"
She
picked
up
the
books
,
swept
the
rest
of
the
feast
back
into
the
hamper
in
a
jumbled
heap
,
thrust
it
into
Ermengarde
's
arms
,
and
pushed
her
before
her
toward
the
door
.
"
I
will
leave
you
to
wonder
,
"
she
said
.
"
Go
to
bed
this
instant
.
"
And
she
shut
the
door
behind
herself
and
poor
stumbling
Ermengarde
,
and
left
Sara
standing
quite
alone
.
The
dream
was
quite
at
an
end
.
The
last
spark
had
died
out
of
the
paper
in
the
grate
and
left
only
black
tinder
;
the
table
was
left
bare
,
the
golden
plates
and
richly
embroidered
napkins
,
and
the
garlands
were
transformed
again
into
old
handkerchiefs
,
scraps
of
red
and
white
paper
,
and
discarded
artificial
flowers
all
scattered
on
the
floor
;
the
minstrels
in
the
minstrel
gallery
had
stolen
away
,
and
the
viols
and
bassoons
were
still
.
Emily
was
sitting
with
her
back
against
the
wall
,
staring
very
hard
.
Sara
saw
her
,
and
went
and
picked
her
up
with
trembling
hands
.
"
There
is
n't
any
banquet
left
,
Emily
,
"
she
said
.
"
And
there
is
n't
any
princess
.
There
is
nothing
left
but
the
prisoners
in
the
Bastille
.
"
And
she
sat
down
and
hid
her
face
.
What
would
have
happened
if
she
had
not
hidden
it
just
then
,
and
if
she
had
chanced
to
look
up
at
the
skylight
at
the
wrong
moment
,
I
do
not
know
--
perhaps
the
end
of
this
chapter
might
have
been
quite
different
--
because
if
she
had
glanced
at
the
skylight
she
would
certainly
have
been
startled
by
what
she
would
have
seen
.
She
would
have
seen
exactly
the
same
face
pressed
against
the
glass
and
peering
in
at
her
as
it
had
peered
in
earlier
in
the
evening
when
she
had
been
talking
to
Ermengarde
.
