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Sara
lifted
her
head
and
looked
at
her
.
She
tried
to
begin
a
smile
,
and
somehow
she
could
not
.
Suddenly
--
and
it
was
all
through
the
loving
mournfulness
of
Becky
's
streaming
eyes
--
her
face
looked
more
like
a
child
's
not
so
much
too
old
for
her
years
.
She
held
out
her
hand
and
gave
a
little
sob
.
"
Oh
,
Becky
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
told
you
we
were
just
the
same
--
only
two
little
girls
--
just
two
little
girls
.
You
see
how
true
it
is
.
There
's
no
difference
now
.
I
'm
not
a
princess
anymore
.
"
Becky
ran
to
her
and
caught
her
hand
,
and
hugged
it
to
her
breast
,
kneeling
beside
her
and
sobbing
with
love
and
pain
.
"
Yes
,
miss
,
you
are
,
"
she
cried
,
and
her
words
were
all
broken
.
"
Whats
'
ever
'
appens
to
you
--
whats
'
ever
--
you
'd
be
a
princess
all
the
same
--
an
'
nothin
'
could
n't
make
you
nothin
'
different
.
"
The
first
night
she
spent
in
her
attic
was
a
thing
Sara
never
forgot
.
During
its
passing
she
lived
through
a
wild
,
unchildlike
woe
of
which
she
never
spoke
to
anyone
about
her
.
There
was
no
one
who
would
have
understood
.
It
was
,
indeed
,
well
for
her
that
as
she
lay
awake
in
the
darkness
her
mind
was
forcibly
distracted
,
now
and
then
,
by
the
strangeness
of
her
surroundings
.
It
was
,
perhaps
,
well
for
her
that
she
was
reminded
by
her
small
body
of
material
things
.
If
this
had
not
been
so
,
the
anguish
of
her
young
mind
might
have
been
too
great
for
a
child
to
bear
.
But
,
really
,
while
the
night
was
passing
she
scarcely
knew
that
she
had
a
body
at
all
or
remembered
any
other
thing
than
one
.
"
My
papa
is
dead
!
"
she
kept
whispering
to
herself
.
"
My
papa
is
dead
!
"
It
was
not
until
long
afterward
that
she
realized
that
her
bed
had
been
so
hard
that
she
turned
over
and
over
in
it
to
find
a
place
to
rest
,
that
the
darkness
seemed
more
intense
than
any
she
had
ever
known
,
and
that
the
wind
howled
over
the
roof
among
the
chimneys
like
something
which
wailed
aloud
.
Then
there
was
something
worse
.
This
was
certain
scufflings
and
scratchings
and
squeakings
in
the
walls
and
behind
the
skirting
boards
.
She
knew
what
they
meant
,
because
Becky
had
described
them
.
They
meant
rats
and
mice
who
were
either
fighting
with
each
other
or
playing
together
.
Once
or
twice
she
even
heard
sharp-toed
feet
scurrying
across
the
floor
,
and
she
remembered
in
those
after
days
,
when
she
recalled
things
,
that
when
first
she
heard
them
she
started
up
in
bed
and
sat
trembling
,
and
when
she
lay
down
again
covered
her
head
with
the
bedclothes
.
The
change
in
her
life
did
not
come
about
gradually
,
but
was
made
all
at
once
.
"
She
must
begin
as
she
is
to
go
on
,
"
Miss
Minchin
said
to
Miss
Amelia
.
"
She
must
be
taught
at
once
what
she
is
to
expect
.
"
Mariette
had
left
the
house
the
next
morning
.
The
glimpse
Sara
caught
of
her
sitting
room
,
as
she
passed
its
open
door
,
showed
her
that
everything
had
been
changed
.
Her
ornaments
and
luxuries
had
been
removed
,
and
a
bed
had
been
placed
in
a
corner
to
transform
it
into
a
new
pupil
's
bedroom
.
