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Here
he
rose
,
as
if
going
,
and
Beth
made
up
her
mind
to
speak
,
for
that
last
arrangement
left
nothing
to
be
desired
.
"
Please
,
tell
the
young
ladies
what
I
say
,
and
if
they
don
’
t
care
to
come
,
why
,
never
mind
.
"
Here
a
little
hand
slipped
into
his
,
and
Beth
looked
up
at
him
with
a
face
full
of
gratitude
,
as
she
said
,
in
her
earnest
yet
timid
way
.
.
.
"
Oh
sir
,
they
do
care
,
very
very
much
!
"
"
Are
you
the
musical
girl
?
"
he
asked
,
without
any
startling
"
Hey
!
"
as
he
looked
down
at
her
very
kindly
.
"
I
’
m
Beth
.
I
love
it
dearly
,
and
I
’
ll
come
,
if
you
are
quite
sure
nobody
will
hear
me
,
and
be
disturbed
,
"
she
added
,
fearing
to
be
rude
,
and
trembling
at
her
own
boldness
as
she
spoke
.
"
Not
a
soul
,
my
dear
.
The
house
is
empty
half
the
day
,
so
come
and
drum
away
as
much
as
you
like
,
and
I
shall
be
obliged
to
you
.
"
"
How
kind
you
are
,
sir
!
"
Beth
blushed
like
a
rose
under
the
friendly
look
he
wore
,
but
she
was
not
frightened
now
,
and
gave
the
hand
a
grateful
squeeze
because
she
had
no
words
to
thank
him
for
the
precious
gift
he
had
given
her
.
The
old
gentleman
softly
stroked
the
hair
off
her
forehead
,
and
,
stooping
down
,
he
kissed
her
,
saying
,
in
a
tone
few
people
ever
heard
.
.
.
"
I
had
a
little
girl
once
,
with
eyes
like
these
.
God
bless
you
,
my
dear
!
Good
day
,
madam
.
"
And
away
he
went
,
in
a
great
hurry
.
Beth
had
a
rapture
with
her
mother
,
and
then
rushed
up
to
impart
the
glorious
news
to
her
family
of
invalids
,
as
the
girls
were
not
home
.
How
blithely
she
sang
that
evening
,
and
how
they
all
laughed
at
her
because
she
woke
Amy
in
the
night
by
playing
the
piano
on
her
face
in
her
sleep
.
Next
day
,
having
seen
both
the
old
and
young
gentleman
out
of
the
house
,
Beth
,
after
two
or
three
retreats
,
fairly
got
in
at
the
side
door
,
and
made
her
way
as
noiselessly
as
any
mouse
to
the
drawing
room
where
her
idol
stood
.
Quite
by
accident
,
of
course
,
some
pretty
,
easy
music
lay
on
the
piano
,
and
with
trembling
fingers
and
frequent
stops
to
listen
and
look
about
,
Beth
at
last
touched
the
great
instrument
,
and
straightway
forgot
her
fear
,
herself
,
and
everything
else
but
the
unspeakable
delight
which
the
music
gave
her
,
for
it
was
like
the
voice
of
a
beloved
friend
.
She
stayed
till
Hannah
came
to
take
her
home
to
dinner
,
but
she
had
no
appetite
,
and
could
only
sit
and
smile
upon
everyone
in
a
general
state
of
beatitude
.
