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"
Yes
,
"
said
Sara
.
"
Listen
;
the
two
knocks
meant
,
'
Prisoner
,
are
you
there
?
'
"
She
knocked
three
times
on
the
wall
herself
,
as
if
in
answer
.
"
That
means
,
'
Yes
,
I
am
here
,
and
all
is
well
.
'
"
Four
knocks
came
from
Becky
's
side
of
the
wall
.
"
That
means
,
"
explained
Sara
,
"
'
Then
,
fellow-sufferer
,
we
will
sleep
in
peace
.
Good
night
.
'
"
Ermengarde
quite
beamed
with
delight
.
"
Oh
,
Sara
!
"
she
whispered
joyfully
.
"
It
is
like
a
story
!
"
"
It
IS
a
story
,
"
said
Sara
.
"
EVERYTHING
'S
a
story
.
You
are
a
story
--
I
am
a
story
.
Miss
Minchin
is
a
story
.
"
And
she
sat
down
again
and
talked
until
Ermengarde
forgot
that
she
was
a
sort
of
escaped
prisoner
herself
,
and
had
to
be
reminded
by
Sara
that
she
could
not
remain
in
the
Bastille
all
night
,
but
must
steal
noiselessly
downstairs
again
and
creep
back
into
her
deserted
bed
.
But
it
was
a
perilous
thing
for
Ermengarde
and
Lottie
to
make
pilgrimages
to
the
attic
.
They
could
never
be
quite
sure
when
Sara
would
be
there
,
and
they
could
scarcely
ever
be
certain
that
Miss
Amelia
would
not
make
a
tour
of
inspection
through
the
bedrooms
after
the
pupils
were
supposed
to
be
asleep
.
So
their
visits
were
rare
ones
,
and
Sara
lived
a
strange
and
lonely
life
.
It
was
a
lonelier
life
when
she
was
downstairs
than
when
she
was
in
her
attic
.
She
had
no
one
to
talk
to
;
and
when
she
was
sent
out
on
errands
and
walked
through
the
streets
,
a
forlorn
little
figure
carrying
a
basket
or
a
parcel
,
trying
to
hold
her
hat
on
when
the
wind
was
blowing
,
and
feeling
the
water
soak
through
her
shoes
when
it
was
raining
,
she
felt
as
if
the
crowds
hurrying
past
her
made
her
loneliness
greater
.
When
she
had
been
the
Princess
Sara
,
driving
through
the
streets
in
her
brougham
,
or
walking
,
attended
by
Mariette
,
the
sight
of
her
bright
,
eager
little
face
and
picturesque
coats
and
hats
had
often
caused
people
to
look
after
her
.
A
happy
,
beautifully
cared
for
little
girl
naturally
attracts
attention
.
Shabby
,
poorly
dressed
children
are
not
rare
enough
and
pretty
enough
to
make
people
turn
around
to
look
at
them
and
smile
.
No
one
looked
at
Sara
in
these
days
,
and
no
one
seemed
to
see
her
as
she
hurried
along
the
crowded
pavements
.
She
had
begun
to
grow
very
fast
,
and
,
as
she
was
dressed
only
in
such
clothes
as
the
plainer
remnants
of
her
wardrobe
would
supply
,
she
knew
she
looked
very
queer
,
indeed
.
