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Sara
did
not
expect
much
,
and
was
far
too
proud
to
try
to
continue
to
be
intimate
with
girls
who
evidently
felt
rather
awkward
and
uncertain
about
her
.
The
fact
was
that
Miss
Minchin
's
pupils
were
a
set
of
dull
,
matter-of-fact
young
people
.
They
were
accustomed
to
being
rich
and
comfortable
,
and
as
Sara
's
frocks
grew
shorter
and
shabbier
and
queerer-looking
,
and
it
became
an
established
fact
that
she
wore
shoes
with
holes
in
them
and
was
sent
out
to
buy
groceries
and
carry
them
through
the
streets
in
a
basket
on
her
arm
when
the
cook
wanted
them
in
a
hurry
,
they
felt
rather
as
if
,
when
they
spoke
to
her
,
they
were
addressing
an
under
servant
.
"
To
think
that
she
was
the
girl
with
the
diamond
mines
,
"
Lavinia
commented
.
"
She
does
look
an
object
.
And
she
's
queerer
than
ever
.
I
never
liked
her
much
,
but
I
ca
n't
bear
that
way
she
has
now
of
looking
at
people
without
speaking
--
just
as
if
she
was
finding
them
out
.
"
"
I
am
,
"
said
Sara
,
promptly
,
when
she
heard
of
this
.
"
That
's
what
I
look
at
some
people
for
.
I
like
to
know
about
them
.
I
think
them
over
afterward
.
"
The
truth
was
that
she
had
saved
herself
annoyance
several
times
by
keeping
her
eye
on
Lavinia
,
who
was
quite
ready
to
make
mischief
,
and
would
have
been
rather
pleased
to
have
made
it
for
the
ex-show
pupil
.
Sara
never
made
any
mischief
herself
,
or
interfered
with
anyone
.
She
worked
like
a
drudge
;
she
tramped
through
the
wet
streets
,
carrying
parcels
and
baskets
;
she
labored
with
the
childish
inattention
of
the
little
ones
'
French
lessons
;
as
she
became
shabbier
and
more
forlorn-looking
,
she
was
told
that
she
had
better
take
her
meals
downstairs
;
she
was
treated
as
if
she
was
nobody
's
concern
,
and
her
heart
grew
proud
and
sore
,
but
she
never
told
anyone
what
she
felt
.
"
Soldiers
do
n't
complain
,
"
she
would
say
between
her
small
,
shut
teeth
,
"
I
am
not
going
to
do
it
;
I
will
pretend
this
is
part
of
a
war
.
"
But
there
were
hours
when
her
child
heart
might
almost
have
broken
with
loneliness
but
for
three
people
.
The
first
,
it
must
be
owned
,
was
Becky
--
just
Becky
.
Throughout
all
that
first
night
spent
in
the
garret
,
she
had
felt
a
vague
comfort
in
knowing
that
on
the
other
side
of
the
wall
in
which
the
rats
scuffled
and
squeaked
there
was
another
young
human
creature
.
And
during
the
nights
that
followed
the
sense
of
comfort
grew
.
They
had
little
chance
to
speak
to
each
other
during
the
day
.
Each
had
her
own
tasks
to
perform
,
and
any
attempt
at
conversation
would
have
been
regarded
as
a
tendency
to
loiter
and
lose
time
.
"
Do
n't
mind
me
,
miss
,
"
Becky
whispered
during
the
first
morning
,
"
if
I
do
n't
say
nothin
'
polite
.
Some
un
'd
be
down
on
us
if
I
did
.
I
MEANS
'
please
'
an
'
'
thank
you
'
an
'
'
beg
pardon
,
'
but
I
dass
n't
to
take
time
to
say
it
.
"
But
before
daybreak
she
used
to
slip
into
Sara
's
attic
and
button
her
dress
and
give
her
such
help
as
she
required
before
she
went
downstairs
to
light
the
kitchen
fire
.
And
when
night
came
Sara
always
heard
the
humble
knock
at
her
door
which
meant
that
her
handmaid
was
ready
to
help
her
again
if
she
was
needed
.
During
the
first
weeks
of
her
grief
Sara
felt
as
if
she
were
too
stupefied
to
talk
,
so
it
happened
that
some
time
passed
before
they
saw
each
other
much
or
exchanged
visits
.
Becky
's
heart
told
her
that
it
was
best
that
people
in
trouble
should
be
left
alone
.
