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"
Kindnesses
all
my
life
,
"
echoed
Rawdon
,
scratching
down
the
words
,
and
quite
amazed
at
his
own
facility
of
composition
.
"
I
ask
nothing
from
you
but
that
we
should
part
not
in
anger
.
I
have
the
pride
of
my
family
on
some
points
,
though
not
on
all
.
I
married
a
painter
's
daughter
,
and
am
not
ashamed
of
the
union
.
"
"
No
,
run
me
through
the
body
if
I
am
!
"
Rawdon
ejaculated
.
"
You
old
booby
,
"
Rebecca
said
,
pinching
his
ear
and
looking
over
to
see
that
he
made
no
mistakes
in
spelling
--
"
beseech
is
not
spelt
with
an
a
,
and
earliest
is
.
"
So
he
altered
these
words
,
bowing
to
the
superior
knowledge
of
his
little
Missis
.
"
I
thought
that
you
were
aware
of
the
progress
of
my
attachment
,
"
Rebecca
continued
:
"
I
knew
that
Mrs.
Bute
Crawley
confirmed
and
encouraged
it
.
But
I
make
no
reproaches
.
I
married
a
poor
woman
,
and
am
content
to
abide
by
what
I
have
done
.
Leave
your
property
,
dear
Aunt
,
as
you
will
.
I
shall
never
complain
of
the
way
in
which
you
dispose
of
it
.
I
would
have
you
believe
that
I
love
you
for
yourself
,
and
not
for
money
's
sake
.
I
want
to
be
reconciled
to
you
ere
I
leave
England
.
Let
me
,
let
me
see
you
before
I
go
.
A
few
weeks
or
months
hence
it
may
be
too
late
,
and
I
can
not
bear
the
notion
of
quitting
the
country
without
a
kind
word
of
farewell
from
you
.
"
"
She
wo
n't
recognise
my
style
in
that
,
"
said
Becky
.
"
I
made
the
sentences
short
and
brisk
on
purpose
.
"
And
this
authentic
missive
was
despatched
under
cover
to
Miss
Briggs
.
Old
Miss
Crawley
laughed
when
Briggs
,
with
great
mystery
,
handed
her
over
this
candid
and
simple
statement
.
"
We
may
read
it
now
Mrs.
Bute
is
away
,
"
she
said
.
"
Read
it
to
me
,
Briggs
.
"
When
Briggs
had
read
the
epistle
out
,
her
patroness
laughed
more
.
"
Do
n't
you
see
,
you
goose
,
"
she
said
to
Briggs
,
who
professed
to
be
much
touched
by
the
honest
affection
which
pervaded
the
composition
,
"
do
n't
you
see
that
Rawdon
never
wrote
a
word
of
it
.
He
never
wrote
to
me
without
asking
for
money
in
his
life
,
and
all
his
letters
are
full
of
bad
spelling
,
and
dashes
,
and
bad
grammar
.
It
is
that
little
serpent
of
a
governess
who
rules
him
.
"
They
are
all
alike
,
Miss
Crawley
thought
in
her
heart
.
They
all
want
me
dead
,
and
are
hankering
for
my
money
.
