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This
testimonial
I
accordingly
received
in
about
a
month
,
forwarded
a
copy
of
it
to
Mrs.
Fairfax
,
and
got
that
lady
's
reply
,
stating
that
she
was
satisfied
,
and
fixing
that
day
fortnight
as
the
period
for
my
assuming
the
post
of
governess
in
her
house
.
I
now
busied
myself
in
preparations
:
the
fortnight
passed
rapidly
.
I
had
not
a
very
large
wardrobe
,
though
it
was
adequate
to
my
wants
;
and
the
last
day
sufficed
to
pack
my
trunk
,
--
the
same
I
had
brought
with
me
eight
years
ago
from
Gateshead
.
The
box
was
corded
,
the
card
nailed
on
.
In
half-an-hour
the
carrier
was
to
call
for
it
to
take
it
to
Lowton
,
whither
I
myself
was
to
repair
at
an
early
hour
the
next
morning
to
meet
the
coach
.
I
had
brushed
my
black
stuff
travelling-dress
,
prepared
my
bonnet
,
gloves
,
and
muff
;
sought
in
all
my
drawers
to
see
that
no
article
was
left
behind
;
and
now
having
nothing
more
to
do
,
I
sat
down
and
tried
to
rest
.
I
could
not
;
though
I
had
been
on
foot
all
day
,
I
could
not
now
repose
an
instant
;
I
was
too
much
excited
.
A
phase
of
my
life
was
closing
to-night
,
a
new
one
opening
to-morrow
:
impossible
to
slumber
in
the
interval
;
I
must
watch
feverishly
while
the
change
was
being
accomplished
.
"
Miss
,
"
said
a
servant
who
met
me
in
the
lobby
,
where
I
was
wandering
like
a
troubled
spirit
,
"
a
person
below
wishes
to
see
you
.
"
"
The
carrier
,
no
doubt
,
"
I
thought
,
and
ran
downstairs
without
inquiry
.
I
was
passing
the
back-parlour
or
teachers
'
sitting-room
,
the
door
of
which
was
half
open
,
to
go
to
the
kitchen
,
when
some
one
ran
out
--
"
It
's
her
,
I
am
sure
!
--
I
could
have
told
her
anywhere
!
"
cried
the
individual
who
stopped
my
progress
and
took
my
hand
.
I
looked
:
I
saw
a
woman
attired
like
a
well-dressed
servant
,
matronly
,
yet
still
young
;
very
good-looking
,
with
black
hair
and
eyes
,
and
lively
complexion
.
"
Well
,
who
is
it
?
"
she
asked
,
in
a
voice
and
with
a
smile
I
half
recognised
;
"
you
've
not
quite
forgotten
me
,
I
think
,
Miss
Jane
?
"
In
another
second
I
was
embracing
and
kissing
her
rapturously
:
"
Bessie
!
Bessie
!
Bessie
!
"
that
was
all
I
said
;
whereat
she
half
laughed
,
half
cried
,
and
we
both
went
into
the
parlour
.
By
the
fire
stood
a
little
fellow
of
three
years
old
,
in
plaid
frock
and
trousers
.
"
That
is
my
little
boy
,
"
said
Bessie
directly
.
