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I
maintained
a
grave
silence
for
some
minutes
.
"
You
munnut
think
too
hardly
of
me
,
"
she
again
remarked
.
"
But
I
do
think
hardly
of
you
,
"
I
said
;
"
and
I
'll
tell
you
why
--
not
so
much
because
you
refused
to
give
me
shelter
,
or
regarded
me
as
an
impostor
,
as
because
you
just
now
made
it
a
species
of
reproach
that
I
had
no
'
brass
'
and
no
house
.
Some
of
the
best
people
that
ever
lived
have
been
as
destitute
as
I
am
;
and
if
you
are
a
Christian
,
you
ought
not
to
consider
poverty
a
crime
.
"
"
No
more
I
ought
,
"
said
she
:
"
Mr.
St.
John
tells
me
so
too
;
and
I
see
I
wor
wrang
--
but
I
've
clear
a
different
notion
on
you
now
to
what
I
had
.
You
look
a
raight
down
dacent
little
crater
.
"
"
That
will
do
--
I
forgive
you
now
.
Shake
hands
.
"
She
put
her
floury
and
horny
hand
into
mine
;
another
and
heartier
smile
illumined
her
rough
face
,
and
from
that
moment
we
were
friends
.
Hannah
was
evidently
fond
of
talking
.
While
I
picked
the
fruit
,
and
she
made
the
paste
for
the
pies
,
she
proceeded
to
give
me
sundry
details
about
her
deceased
master
and
mistress
,
and
"
the
childer
,
"
as
she
called
the
young
people
.
Old
Mr.
Rivers
,
she
said
,
was
a
plain
man
enough
,
but
a
gentleman
,
and
of
as
ancient
a
family
as
could
be
found
.
Marsh
End
had
belonged
to
the
Rivers
ever
since
it
was
a
house
:
and
it
was
,
she
affirmed
,
"
aboon
two
hundred
year
old
--
for
all
it
looked
but
a
small
,
humble
place
,
naught
to
compare
wi
'
Mr.
Oliver
'
s
grand
hall
down
i
'
Morton
Vale
.
But
she
could
remember
Bill
Oliver
'
s
father
a
journeyman
needlemaker
;
and
th
'
Rivers
wor
gentry
i
'
th
'
owd
days
o
'
th
'
Henrys
,
as
onybody
might
see
by
looking
into
th
'
registers
i
'
Morton
Church
vestry
.
"
Still
,
she
allowed
,
"
the
owd
maister
was
like
other
folk
--
naught
mich
out
o
'
t
'
common
way
:
stark
mad
o
'
shooting
,
and
farming
,
and
sich
like
.
"
The
mistress
was
different
.
She
was
a
great
reader
,
and
studied
a
deal
;
and
the
"
bairns
"
had
taken
after
her
.
There
was
nothing
like
them
in
these
parts
,
nor
ever
had
been
;
they
had
liked
learning
,
all
three
,
almost
from
the
time
they
could
speak
;
and
they
had
always
been
"
of
a
mak
'
of
their
own
.
"
Mr.
St.
John
,
when
he
grew
up
,
would
go
to
college
and
be
a
parson
;
and
the
girls
,
as
soon
as
they
left
school
,
would
seek
places
as
governesses
:
for
they
had
told
her
their
father
had
some
years
ago
lost
a
great
deal
of
money
by
a
man
he
had
trusted
turning
bankrupt
;
and
as
he
was
now
not
rich
enough
to
give
them
fortunes
,
they
must
provide
for
themselves
.
They
had
lived
very
little
at
home
for
a
long
while
,
and
were
only
come
now
to
stay
a
few
weeks
on
account
of
their
father
's
death
;
but
they
did
so
like
Marsh
End
and
Morton
,
and
all
these
moors
and
hills
about
.
They
had
been
in
London
,
and
many
other
grand
towns
;
but
they
always
said
there
was
no
place
like
home
;
and
then
they
were
so
agreeable
with
each
other
--
never
fell
out
nor
"
threaped
.
"
She
did
not
know
where
there
was
such
a
family
for
being
united
.
Having
finished
my
task
of
gooseberry
picking
,
I
asked
where
the
two
ladies
and
their
brother
were
now
.
