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"
You
are
sure
there
are
no
more
?
"
"
I
never
lie
,
sir
.
"
"
So
I
see
.
Now
take
these
disgusting
things
two
by
two
,
and
throw
them
out
of
the
window
.
"
There
was
a
simultaneous
sigh
,
which
created
quite
a
little
gust
,
as
the
last
hope
fled
,
and
the
treat
was
ravished
from
their
longing
lips
.
Scarlet
with
shame
and
anger
,
Amy
went
to
and
fro
six
dreadful
times
,
and
as
each
doomed
couple
,
looking
oh
,
so
plump
and
juicy
,
fell
from
her
reluctant
hands
,
a
shout
from
the
street
completed
the
anguish
of
the
girls
,
for
it
told
them
that
their
feast
was
being
exulted
over
by
the
little
Irish
children
,
who
were
their
sworn
foes
.
This
—
this
was
too
much
.
All
flashed
indignant
or
appealing
glances
at
the
inexorable
Davis
,
and
one
passionate
lime
lover
burst
into
tears
.
As
Amy
returned
from
her
last
trip
,
Mr
.
Davis
gave
a
portentous
"
Hem
!
"
and
said
,
in
his
most
impressive
manner
.
.
.
"
Young
ladies
,
you
remember
what
I
said
to
you
a
week
ago
.
I
am
sorry
this
has
happened
,
but
I
never
allow
my
rules
to
be
infringed
,
and
I
never
break
my
word
.
Miss
March
,
hold
out
your
hand
.
"
Amy
started
,
and
put
both
hands
behind
her
,
turning
on
him
an
imploring
look
which
pleaded
for
her
better
than
the
words
she
could
not
utter
.
She
was
rather
a
favorite
with
‘
old
Davis
’
,
as
,
of
course
,
he
was
called
,
and
it
’
s
my
private
belief
that
he
would
have
broken
his
word
if
the
indignation
of
one
irrepressible
young
lady
had
not
found
vent
in
a
hiss
.
That
hiss
,
faint
as
it
was
,
irritated
the
irascible
gentleman
,
and
sealed
the
culprit
’
s
fate
.
"
Your
hand
,
Miss
March
!
"
was
the
only
answer
her
mute
appeal
received
,
and
too
proud
to
cry
or
beseech
,
Amy
set
her
teeth
,
threw
back
her
head
defiantly
,
and
bore
without
flinching
several
tingling
blows
on
her
little
palm
.
They
were
neither
many
nor
heavy
,
but
that
made
no
difference
to
her
.
For
the
first
time
in
her
life
she
had
been
struck
,
and
the
disgrace
,
in
her
eyes
,
was
as
deep
as
if
he
had
knocked
her
down
.
"
You
will
now
stand
on
the
platform
till
recess
,
"
said
Mr
.
Davis
,
resolved
to
do
the
thing
thoroughly
,
since
he
had
begun
.
