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I
was
indignant
for
a
moment
;
but
remembering
that
anger
was
out
of
the
question
,
and
that
I
had
indeed
appeared
as
a
beggar
to
her
,
I
answered
quietly
,
but
still
not
without
a
certain
marked
firmness
--
"
You
are
mistaken
in
supposing
me
a
beggar
.
I
am
no
beggar
;
any
more
than
yourself
or
your
young
ladies
.
"
After
a
pause
she
said
,
"
I
dunnut
understand
that
:
you
've
like
no
house
,
nor
no
brass
,
I
guess
?
"
"
The
want
of
house
or
brass
(
by
which
I
suppose
you
mean
money
)
does
not
make
a
beggar
in
your
sense
of
the
word
.
"
"
Are
you
book-learned
?
"
she
inquired
presently
.
"
Yes
,
very
.
"
"
But
you
've
never
been
to
a
boarding-school
?
"
"
I
was
at
a
boarding-school
eight
years
.
"
She
opened
her
eyes
wide
.
"
Whatever
can
not
ye
keep
yourself
for
,
then
?
"
"
I
have
kept
myself
;
and
,
I
trust
,
shall
keep
myself
again
.
What
are
you
going
to
do
with
these
gooseberries
?
"
I
inquired
,
as
she
brought
out
a
basket
of
the
fruit
.
