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"
Prepare
her
,
for
heaven
's
sake
.
Do
n't
torture
her
,
my
dear
Miss
Briggs
.
"
"
She
's
married
to
whom
?
"
cries
the
spinster
in
a
nervous
fury
.
"
To
--
to
a
relation
of
--
"
"
She
refused
Sir
Pitt
,
"
cried
the
victim
.
"
Speak
at
once
.
Do
n't
drive
me
mad
.
"
"
O
Ma'am
--
prepare
her
,
Miss
Briggs
--
she
's
married
to
Rawdon
Crawley
.
"
"
Rawdon
married
Rebecca
--
governess
--
nobod
--
Get
out
of
my
house
,
you
fool
,
you
idiot
--
you
stupid
old
Briggs
--
how
dare
you
?
You
're
in
the
plot
--
you
made
him
marry
,
thinking
that
I
'd
leave
my
money
from
him
--
you
did
,
Martha
,
"
the
poor
old
lady
screamed
in
hysteric
sentences
.
"
I
,
Ma'am
,
ask
a
member
of
this
family
to
marry
a
drawing-master
's
daughter
?
"
"
Her
mother
was
a
Montmorency
,
"
cried
out
the
old
lady
,
pulling
at
the
bell
with
all
her
might
.
"
Her
mother
was
an
opera
girl
,
and
she
has
been
on
the
stage
or
worse
herself
,
"
said
Mrs.
Bute
.
Miss
Crawley
gave
a
final
scream
,
and
fell
back
in
a
faint
.
