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She
stole
downstairs
and
out
into
the
vestibule
,
opening
the
outer
door
and
looking
out
into
the
street
.
The
lamps
were
already
flaring
in
the
dark
,
and
a
cool
wind
was
blowing
.
Her
portmanteau
was
heavy
,
but
she
was
quite
strong
.
She
walked
briskly
to
the
corner
,
which
was
some
fifty
feet
away
,
and
turned
south
,
walking
rather
nervously
and
irritably
,
for
this
was
a
new
experience
for
her
,
and
it
all
seemed
so
undignified
,
so
unlike
anything
she
was
accustomed
to
doing
.
She
put
her
bag
down
on
a
street
corner
,
finally
,
to
rest
.
A
boy
whistling
in
the
distance
attracted
her
attention
,
and
as
he
drew
near
she
called
to
him
:
"
Boy
!
Oh
,
boy
!
"
He
came
over
,
looking
at
her
curiously
.
"
Do
you
want
to
earn
some
money
?
"
"
Yes
,
ma'am
,
"
he
replied
politely
,
adjusting
a
frowsy
cap
over
one
ear
.
"
Carry
this
bag
for
me
,
"
said
Aileen
,
and
he
picked
it
up
and
marched
off
In
due
time
she
arrived
at
the
Calligans
'
,
and
amid
much
excitement
was
installed
in
the
bosom
of
her
new
home
.
She
took
her
situation
with
much
nonchalance
,
once
she
was
properly
placed
,
distributing
her
toilet
articles
and
those
of
personal
wear
with
quiet
care
.
The
fact
that
she
was
no
longer
to
have
the
services
of
Kathleen
,
the
maid
who
had
served
her
and
her
mother
and
Norah
jointly
,
was
odd
,
though
not
trying
.
She
scarcely
felt
that
she
had
parted
from
these
luxuries
permanently
,
and
so
made
herself
comfortable
.
Mamie
Calligan
and
her
mother
were
adoring
slaveys
,
so
she
was
not
entirely
out
of
the
atmosphere
which
she
craved
and
to
which
she
was
accustomed
.
Meanwhile
,
in
the
Butler
home
the
family
was
assembling
for
dinner
.
Mrs.
Butler
was
sitting
in
rotund
complacency
at
the
foot
of
the
table
,
her
gray
hair
combed
straight
back
from
her
round
,
shiny
forehead
.
She
had
on
a
dark-gray
silk
dress
,
trimmed
with
gray-and-white
striped
ribbon
.
It
suited
her
florid
temperament
admirably
.
Aileen
had
dictated
her
mother
's
choice
,
and
had
seen
that
it
had
been
properly
made
.
Norah
was
refreshingly
youthful
in
a
pale-green
dress
,
with
red-velvet
cuffs
and
collar
.
She
looked
young
,
slender
,
gay
.
Her
eyes
,
complexion
and
hair
were
fresh
and
healthy
.
She
was
trifling
with
a
string
of
coral
beads
which
her
mother
had
just
given
her
.
"
Oh
,
look
,
Callum
,
"
she
said
to
her
brother
opposite
her
,
who
was
drumming
idly
on
the
table
with
his
knife
and
fork
.
"
Are
n't
they
lovely
?
Mama
gave
them
to
me
.
"
"
Mama
does
more
for
you
than
I
would
.
You
know
what
you
'd
get
from
me
,
do
n't
you
?
"
