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When
she
reached
the
top
flight
of
stairs
and
stood
before
the
attic
door
,
it
must
be
confessed
that
her
heart
beat
rather
fast
.
"
Of
course
it
MIGHT
all
have
been
taken
away
,
"
she
whispered
,
trying
to
be
brave
.
"
It
might
only
have
been
lent
to
me
for
just
that
one
awful
night
.
But
it
WAS
lent
to
me
--
I
had
it
.
It
was
real
.
"
She
pushed
the
door
open
and
went
in
.
Once
inside
,
she
gasped
slightly
,
shut
the
door
,
and
stood
with
her
back
against
it
looking
from
side
to
side
.
The
Magic
had
been
there
again
.
It
actually
had
,
and
it
had
done
even
more
than
before
.
The
fire
was
blazing
,
in
lovely
leaping
flames
,
more
merrily
than
ever
.
A
number
of
new
things
had
been
brought
into
the
attic
which
so
altered
the
look
of
it
that
if
she
had
not
been
past
doubting
she
would
have
rubbed
her
eyes
.
Upon
the
low
table
another
supper
stood
--
this
time
with
cups
and
plates
for
Becky
as
well
as
herself
;
a
piece
of
bright
,
heavy
,
strange
embroidery
covered
the
battered
mantel
,
and
on
it
some
ornaments
had
been
placed
.
All
the
bare
,
ugly
things
which
could
be
covered
with
draperies
had
been
concealed
and
made
to
look
quite
pretty
.
Some
odd
materials
of
rich
colors
had
been
fastened
against
the
wall
with
fine
,
sharp
tacks
--
so
sharp
that
they
could
be
pressed
into
the
wood
and
plaster
without
hammering
.
Some
brilliant
fans
were
pinned
up
,
and
there
were
several
large
cushions
,
big
and
substantial
enough
to
use
as
seats
.
A
wooden
box
was
covered
with
a
rug
,
and
some
cushions
lay
on
it
,
so
that
it
wore
quite
the
air
of
a
sofa
.
Sara
slowly
moved
away
from
the
door
and
simply
sat
down
and
looked
and
looked
again
.
"
It
is
exactly
like
something
fairy
come
true
,
"
she
said
.
"
There
is
n't
the
least
difference
.
I
feel
as
if
I
might
wish
for
anything
--
diamonds
or
bags
of
gold
--
and
they
would
appear
!
THAT
would
n't
be
any
stranger
than
this
.
Is
this
my
garret
?
Am
I
the
same
cold
,
ragged
,
damp
Sara
?
And
to
think
I
used
to
pretend
and
pretend
and
wish
there
were
fairies
!
The
one
thing
I
always
wanted
was
to
see
a
fairy
story
come
true
.
I
am
LIVING
in
a
fairy
story
.
I
feel
as
if
I
might
be
a
fairy
myself
,
and
able
to
turn
things
into
anything
else
.
"
She
rose
and
knocked
upon
the
wall
for
the
prisoner
in
the
next
cell
,
and
the
prisoner
came
.
When
she
entered
she
almost
dropped
in
a
heap
upon
the
floor
.
For
a
few
seconds
she
quite
lost
her
breath
.
"
Oh
,
laws
!
"
she
gasped
.
"
Oh
,
laws
,
miss
!
"
