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Martha
stared
and
looked
hot
.
“
Who
are
you
callin
’
names
?
”
she
said
.
“
You
needn
’
t
be
so
vexed
.
That
’
s
not
th
’
way
for
a
young
lady
to
talk
.
I
’
ve
nothin
’
against
th
’
blacks
.
When
you
read
about
’
em
in
tracts
they
’
re
always
very
religious
.
You
always
read
as
a
black
’
s
a
man
an
’
a
brother
.
I
’
ve
never
seen
a
black
an
’
I
was
fair
pleased
to
think
I
was
goin
’
to
see
one
close
.
When
I
come
in
to
light
your
fire
this
mornin
’
I
crep
’
up
to
your
bed
an
’
pulled
th
’
cover
back
careful
to
look
at
you
.
An
’
there
you
was
,
”
disappointedly
,
“
no
more
black
than
me
—
for
all
you
’
re
so
yeller
.
”
Mary
did
not
even
try
to
control
her
rage
and
humiliation
.
“
You
thought
I
was
a
native
!
You
dared
!
You
don
’
t
know
anything
about
natives
!
They
are
not
people
—
they
’
re
servants
who
must
salaam
to
you
.
You
know
nothing
about
India
.
You
know
nothing
about
anything
!
”
She
was
in
such
a
rage
and
felt
so
helpless
before
the
girl
’
s
simple
stare
,
and
somehow
she
suddenly
felt
so
horribly
lonely
and
far
away
from
everything
she
understood
and
which
understood
her
,
that
she
threw
herself
face
downward
on
the
pillows
and
burst
into
passionate
sobbing
.
She
sobbed
so
unrestrainedly
that
good
-
natured
Yorkshire
Martha
was
a
little
frightened
and
quite
sorry
for
her
.
She
went
to
the
bed
and
bent
over
her
.
“
Eh
!
you
mustn
’
t
cry
like
that
there
!
”
she
begged
.
“
You
mustn
’
t
for
sure
.
I
didn
’
t
know
you
’
d
be
vexed
.
I
don
’
t
know
anythin
’
about
anythin
’
—
just
like
you
said
.
I
beg
your
pardon
,
Miss
.
Do
stop
cryin
’
.
”
There
was
something
comforting
and
really
friendly
in
her
queer
Yorkshire
speech
and
sturdy
way
which
had
a
good
effect
on
Mary
.
She
gradually
ceased
crying
and
became
quiet
.
Martha
looked
relieved
.
“
It
’
s
time
for
thee
to
get
up
now
,
”
she
said
.
“
Mrs
.
Medlock
said
I
was
to
carry
tha
’
breakfast
an
’
tea
an
’
dinner
into
th
’
room
next
to
this
.
It
’
s
been
made
into
a
nursery
for
thee
.
I
’
ll
help
thee
on
with
thy
clothes
if
tha
’
ll
get
out
o
’
bed
.
If
th
’
buttons
are
at
th
’
back
tha
’
cannot
button
them
up
tha
’
self
.
”
When
Mary
at
last
decided
to
get
up
,
the
clothes
Martha
took
from
the
wardrobe
were
not
the
ones
she
had
worn
when
she
arrived
the
night
before
with
Mrs
.
Medlock
.
