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"
Surely
not
!
why
,
she
is
too
old
for
such
pettishness
.
"
I
thought
so
too
;
and
my
self-esteem
being
wounded
by
the
false
charge
,
I
answered
promptly
,
"
I
never
cried
for
such
a
thing
in
my
life
:
I
hate
going
out
in
the
carriage
.
I
cry
because
I
am
miserable
.
"
"
Oh
fie
,
Miss
!
"
said
Bessie
.
The
good
apothecary
appeared
a
little
puzzled
.
I
was
standing
before
him
;
he
fixed
his
eyes
on
me
very
steadily
:
his
eyes
were
small
and
grey
;
not
very
bright
,
but
I
dare
say
I
should
think
them
shrewd
now
:
he
had
a
hard-featured
yet
good-natured
looking
face
.
Having
considered
me
at
leisure
,
he
said
--
"
What
made
you
ill
yesterday
?
"
"
She
had
a
fall
,
"
said
Bessie
,
again
putting
in
her
word
.
"
Fall
!
why
,
that
is
like
a
baby
again
!
Ca
n't
she
manage
to
walk
at
her
age
?
She
must
be
eight
or
nine
years
old
.
"
"
I
was
knocked
down
,
"
was
the
blunt
explanation
,
jerked
out
of
me
by
another
pang
of
mortified
pride
;
"
but
that
did
not
make
me
ill
,
"
I
added
;
while
Mr.
Lloyd
helped
himself
to
a
pinch
of
snuff
.
As
he
was
returning
the
box
to
his
waistcoat
pocket
,
a
loud
bell
rang
for
the
servants
'
dinner
;
he
knew
what
it
was
.
"
That
'
s
for
you
,
nurse
,
"
said
he
;
"
you
can
go
down
;
I
'll
give
Miss
Jane
a
lecture
till
you
come
back
.
"
Bessie
would
rather
have
stayed
,
but
she
was
obliged
to
go
,
because
punctuality
at
meals
was
rigidly
enforced
at
Gateshead
Hall
.
