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"
No
--
stop
!
"
interrupted
Colonel
Dent
.
"
Do
n't
send
her
away
,
Eshton
;
we
might
turn
the
thing
to
account
;
better
consult
the
ladies
.
"
And
speaking
aloud
,
he
continued
--
"
Ladies
,
you
talked
of
going
to
Hay
Common
to
visit
the
gipsy
camp
;
Sam
here
says
that
one
of
the
old
Mother
Bunches
is
in
the
servants
'
hall
at
this
moment
,
and
insists
upon
being
brought
in
before
'
the
quality
,
'
to
tell
them
their
fortunes
.
Would
you
like
to
see
her
?
"
"
Surely
,
colonel
,
"
cried
Lady
Ingram
,
"
you
would
not
encourage
such
a
low
impostor
?
Dismiss
her
,
by
all
means
,
at
once
!
"
"
But
I
can
not
persuade
her
to
go
away
,
my
lady
,
"
said
the
footman
;
"
nor
can
any
of
the
servants
:
Mrs.
Fairfax
is
with
her
just
now
,
entreating
her
to
be
gone
;
but
she
has
taken
a
chair
in
the
chimney-corner
,
and
says
nothing
shall
stir
her
from
it
till
she
gets
leave
to
come
in
here
.
"
"
What
does
she
want
?
"
asked
Mrs.
Eshton
.
"
'
To
tell
the
gentry
their
fortunes
,
'
she
says
,
ma'am
;
and
she
swears
she
must
and
will
do
it
.
"
"
What
is
she
like
?
"
inquired
the
Misses
Eshton
,
in
a
breath
.
"
A
shockingly
ugly
old
creature
,
miss
;
almost
as
black
as
a
crock
.
"
"
Why
,
she
's
a
real
sorceress
!
"
cried
Frederick
Lynn
.
"
Let
us
have
her
in
,
of
course
.
"
"
To
be
sure
,
"
rejoined
his
brother
;
"
it
would
be
a
thousand
pities
to
throw
away
such
a
chance
of
fun
.
"
