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Poor
man
,
I
pitied
him
,
and
when
the
girls
were
gone
,
took
just
one
more
peep
to
see
if
he
survived
it
.
He
seemed
to
have
thrown
himself
back
in
his
chair
,
tired
out
,
and
sat
there
with
his
eyes
shut
till
the
clock
struck
two
,
when
he
jumped
up
,
put
his
books
in
his
pocket
,
as
if
ready
for
another
lesson
,
and
taking
little
Tina
who
had
fallen
asleep
on
the
sofa
in
his
arms
,
he
carried
her
quietly
away
.
I
fancy
he
has
a
hard
life
of
it
.
Mrs
.
Kirke
asked
me
if
I
wouldn
’
t
go
down
to
the
five
o
’
clock
dinner
,
and
feeling
a
little
bit
homesick
,
I
thought
I
would
,
just
to
see
what
sort
of
people
are
under
the
same
roof
with
me
.
So
I
made
myself
respectable
and
tried
to
slip
in
behind
Mrs
.
Kirke
,
but
as
she
is
short
and
I
’
m
tall
,
my
efforts
at
concealment
were
rather
a
failure
.
She
gave
me
a
seat
by
her
,
and
after
my
face
cooled
off
,
I
plucked
up
courage
and
looked
about
me
.
The
long
table
was
full
,
and
every
one
intent
on
getting
their
dinner
,
the
gentlemen
especially
,
who
seemed
to
be
eating
on
time
,
for
they
bolted
in
every
sense
of
the
word
,
vanishing
as
soon
as
they
were
done
.
There
was
the
usual
assortment
of
young
men
absorbed
in
themselves
,
young
couples
absorbed
in
each
other
,
married
ladies
in
their
babies
,
and
old
gentlemen
in
politics
.
I
don
’
t
think
I
shall
care
to
have
much
to
do
with
any
of
them
,
except
one
sweetfaced
maiden
lady
,
who
looks
as
if
she
had
something
in
her
.
Cast
away
at
the
very
bottom
of
the
table
was
the
Professor
,
shouting
answers
to
the
questions
of
a
very
inquisitive
,
deaf
old
gentleman
on
one
side
,
and
talking
philosophy
with
a
Frenchman
on
the
other
.
If
Amy
had
been
here
,
she
’
d
have
turned
her
back
on
him
forever
because
,
sad
to
relate
,
he
had
a
great
appetite
,
and
shoveled
in
his
dinner
in
a
manner
which
would
have
horrified
‘
her
ladyship
’
.
I
didn
’
t
mind
,
for
I
like
‘
to
see
folks
eat
with
a
relish
’
,
as
Hannah
says
,
and
the
poor
man
must
have
needed
a
deal
of
food
after
teaching
idiots
all
day
.
As
I
went
upstairs
after
dinner
,
two
of
the
young
men
were
settling
their
hats
before
the
hall
mirror
,
and
I
heard
one
say
low
to
the
other
,
"
Who
’
s
the
new
party
?
"
"
Governess
,
or
something
of
that
sort
.
"
"
What
the
deuce
is
she
at
our
table
for
?
"
"
Friend
of
the
old
lady
’
s
.
"
"
Handsome
head
,
but
no
style
.
"
"
Not
a
bit
of
it
.
Give
us
a
light
and
come
on
.
"
I
felt
angry
at
first
,
and
then
I
didn
’
t
care
,
for
a
governess
is
as
good
as
a
clerk
,
and
I
’
ve
got
sense
,
if
I
haven
’
t
style
,
which
is
more
than
some
people
have
,
judging
from
the
remarks
of
the
elegant
beings
who
clattered
away
,
smoking
like
bad
chimneys
.
I
hate
ordinary
people
!
