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"
And
she
refused
Sir
Pitt
,
my
dear
,
dear
Miss
Crawley
,
prepare
yourself
for
it
,
"
Mrs.
Bute
said
,
"
because
--
because
she
could
n't
help
herself
.
"
"
Of
course
there
was
a
reason
,
"
Miss
Crawley
answered
.
"
She
liked
somebody
else
.
I
told
Briggs
so
yesterday
.
"
"
LIKES
somebody
else
!
"
Briggs
gasped
.
"
O
my
dear
friend
,
she
is
married
already
.
"
"
Married
already
,
"
Mrs.
Bute
chimed
in
;
and
both
sate
with
clasped
hands
looking
from
each
other
at
their
victim
.
"
Send
her
to
me
,
the
instant
she
comes
in
.
The
little
sly
wretch
:
how
dared
she
not
tell
me
?
"
cried
out
Miss
Crawley
.
"
She
wo
n't
come
in
soon
.
Prepare
yourself
,
dear
friend
--
she
's
gone
out
for
a
long
time
--
she
's
--
she
's
gone
altogether
.
"
"
Gracious
goodness
,
and
who
's
to
make
my
chocolate
?
Send
for
her
and
have
her
back
;
I
desire
that
she
come
back
,
"
the
old
lady
said
.
"
She
decamped
last
night
,
Ma'am
,
"
cried
Mrs.
Bute
.
"
She
left
a
letter
for
me
,
"
Briggs
exclaimed
.
"
She
's
married
to
--
"
