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He
stood
considering
me
some
minutes
;
then
added
,
"
She
looks
sensible
,
but
not
at
all
handsome
.
"
"
She
is
so
ill
,
St.
John
.
"
"
Ill
or
well
,
she
would
always
be
plain
.
The
grace
and
harmony
of
beauty
are
quite
wanting
in
those
features
.
"
On
the
third
day
I
was
better
;
on
the
fourth
,
I
could
speak
,
move
,
rise
in
bed
,
and
turn
.
Hannah
had
brought
me
some
gruel
and
dry
toast
,
about
,
as
I
supposed
,
the
dinner-hour
.
I
had
eaten
with
relish
:
the
food
was
good
--
void
of
the
feverish
flavour
which
had
hitherto
poisoned
what
I
had
swallowed
.
When
she
left
me
,
I
felt
comparatively
strong
and
revived
:
ere
long
satiety
of
repose
and
desire
for
action
stirred
me
.
I
wished
to
rise
;
but
what
could
I
put
on
?
Only
my
damp
and
bemired
apparel
;
in
which
I
had
slept
on
the
ground
and
fallen
in
the
marsh
.
I
felt
ashamed
to
appear
before
my
benefactors
so
clad
.
I
was
spared
the
humiliation
.
On
a
chair
by
the
bedside
were
all
my
own
things
,
clean
and
dry
.
My
black
silk
frock
hung
against
the
wall
.
The
traces
of
the
bog
were
removed
from
it
;
the
creases
left
by
the
wet
smoothed
out
:
it
was
quite
decent
.
My
very
shoes
and
stockings
were
purified
and
rendered
presentable
.
There
were
the
means
of
washing
in
the
room
,
and
a
comb
and
brush
to
smooth
my
hair
.
After
a
weary
process
,
and
resting
every
five
minutes
,
I
succeeded
in
dressing
myself
.
My
clothes
hung
loose
on
me
;
for
I
was
much
wasted
,
but
I
covered
deficiencies
with
a
shawl
,
and
once
more
,
clean
and
respectable
looking
--
no
speck
of
the
dirt
,
no
trace
of
the
disorder
I
so
hated
,
and
which
seemed
so
to
degrade
me
,
left
--
I
crept
down
a
stone
staircase
with
the
aid
of
the
banisters
,
to
a
narrow
low
passage
,
and
found
my
way
presently
to
the
kitchen
.
It
was
full
of
the
fragrance
of
new
bread
and
the
warmth
of
a
generous
fire
.
Hannah
was
baking
.
Prejudices
,
it
is
well
known
,
are
most
difficult
to
eradicate
from
the
heart
whose
soil
has
never
been
loosened
or
fertilised
by
education
:
they
grow
there
,
firm
as
weeds
among
stones
.
Hannah
had
been
cold
and
stiff
,
indeed
,
at
the
first
:
latterly
she
had
begun
to
relent
a
little
;
and
when
she
saw
me
come
in
tidy
and
well-dressed
,
she
even
smiled
.
"
What
,
you
have
got
up
!
"
she
said
.
"
You
are
better
,
then
.
You
may
sit
you
down
in
my
chair
on
the
hearthstone
,
if
you
will
.
"
She
pointed
to
the
rocking-chair
:
I
took
it
.
She
bustled
about
,
examining
me
every
now
and
then
with
the
corner
of
her
eye
.
Turning
to
me
,
as
she
took
some
loaves
from
the
oven
,
she
asked
bluntly
--
"
Did
you
ever
go
a-begging
afore
you
came
here
?
"
