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Miss
Sharp
's
father
was
an
artist
,
and
in
that
quality
had
given
lessons
of
drawing
at
Miss
Pinkerton
's
school
.
He
was
a
clever
man
;
a
pleasant
companion
;
a
careless
student
;
with
a
great
propensity
for
running
into
debt
,
and
a
partiality
for
the
tavern
.
When
he
was
drunk
,
he
used
to
beat
his
wife
and
daughter
;
and
the
next
morning
,
with
a
headache
,
he
would
rail
at
the
world
for
its
neglect
of
his
genius
,
and
abuse
,
with
a
good
deal
of
cleverness
,
and
sometimes
with
perfect
reason
,
the
fools
,
his
brother
painters
.
As
it
was
with
the
utmost
difficulty
that
he
could
keep
himself
,
and
as
he
owed
money
for
a
mile
round
Soho
,
where
he
lived
,
he
thought
to
better
his
circumstances
by
marrying
a
young
woman
of
the
French
nation
,
who
was
by
profession
an
opera-girl
.
The
humble
calling
of
her
female
parent
Miss
Sharp
never
alluded
to
,
but
used
to
state
subsequently
that
the
Entrechats
were
a
noble
family
of
Gascony
,
and
took
great
pride
in
her
descent
from
them
.
And
curious
it
is
that
as
she
advanced
in
life
this
young
lady
's
ancestors
increased
in
rank
and
splendour
.
Rebecca
's
mother
had
had
some
education
somewhere
,
and
her
daughter
spoke
French
with
purity
and
a
Parisian
accent
.
It
was
in
those
days
rather
a
rare
accomplishment
,
and
led
to
her
engagement
with
the
orthodox
Miss
Pinkerton
.
For
her
mother
being
dead
,
her
father
,
finding
himself
not
likely
to
recover
,
after
his
third
attack
of
delirium
tremens
,
wrote
a
manly
and
pathetic
letter
to
Miss
Pinkerton
,
recommending
the
orphan
child
to
her
protection
,
and
so
descended
to
the
grave
,
after
two
bailiffs
had
quarrelled
over
his
corpse
.
Rebecca
was
seventeen
when
she
came
to
Chiswick
,
and
was
bound
over
as
an
articled
pupil
;
her
duties
being
to
talk
French
,
as
we
have
seen
;
and
her
privileges
to
live
cost
free
,
and
,
with
a
few
guineas
a
year
,
to
gather
scraps
of
knowledge
from
the
professors
who
attended
the
school
.
She
was
small
and
slight
in
person
;
pale
,
sandy-haired
,
and
with
eyes
habitually
cast
down
:
when
they
looked
up
they
were
very
large
,
odd
,
and
attractive
;
so
attractive
that
the
Reverend
Mr.
Crisp
,
fresh
from
Oxford
,
and
curate
to
the
Vicar
of
Chiswick
,
the
Reverend
Mr.
Flowerdew
,
fell
in
love
with
Miss
Sharp
;
being
shot
dead
by
a
glance
of
her
eyes
which
was
fired
all
the
way
across
Chiswick
Church
from
the
school-pew
to
the
reading-desk
.
This
infatuated
young
man
used
sometimes
to
take
tea
with
Miss
Pinkerton
,
to
whom
he
had
been
presented
by
his
mamma
,
and
actually
proposed
something
like
marriage
in
an
intercepted
note
,
which
the
one-eyed
apple-woman
was
charged
to
deliver
.
Mrs.
Crisp
was
summoned
from
Buxton
,
and
abruptly
carried
off
her
darling
boy
;
but
the
idea
,
even
,
of
such
an
eagle
in
the
Chiswick
dovecot
caused
a
great
flutter
in
the
breast
of
Miss
Pinkerton
,
who
would
have
sent
away
Miss
Sharp
but
that
she
was
bound
to
her
under
a
forfeit
,
and
who
never
could
thoroughly
believe
the
young
lady
's
protestations
that
she
had
never
exchanged
a
single
word
with
Mr.
Crisp
,
except
under
her
own
eyes
on
the
two
occasions
when
she
had
met
him
at
tea
.
By
the
side
of
many
tall
and
bouncing
young
ladies
in
the
establishment
,
Rebecca
Sharp
looked
like
a
child
.
But
she
had
the
dismal
precocity
of
poverty
.
Many
a
dun
had
she
talked
to
,
and
turned
away
from
her
father
's
door
;
many
a
tradesman
had
she
coaxed
and
wheedled
into
good-humour
,
and
into
the
granting
of
one
meal
more
.
She
sate
commonly
with
her
father
,
who
was
very
proud
of
her
wit
,
and
heard
the
talk
of
many
of
his
wild
companions
--
often
but
ill-suited
for
a
girl
to
hear
.
But
she
never
had
been
a
girl
,
she
said
;
she
had
been
a
woman
since
she
was
eight
years
old
.
Oh
,
why
did
Miss
Pinkerton
let
such
a
dangerous
bird
into
her
cage
?
The
fact
is
,
the
old
lady
believed
Rebecca
to
be
the
meekest
creature
in
the
world
,
so
admirably
,
on
the
occasions
when
her
father
brought
her
to
Chiswick
,
used
Rebecca
to
perform
the
part
of
the
ingenue
;
and
only
a
year
before
the
arrangement
by
which
Rebecca
had
been
admitted
into
her
house
,
and
when
Rebecca
was
sixteen
years
old
,
Miss
Pinkerton
majestically
,
and
with
a
little
speech
,
made
her
a
present
of
a
doll
--
which
was
,
by
the
way
,
the
confiscated
property
of
Miss
Swindle
,
discovered
surreptitiously
nursing
it
in
school-hours
.
How
the
father
and
daughter
laughed
as
they
trudged
home
together
after
the
evening
party
(
it
was
on
the
occasion
of
the
speeches
,
when
all
the
professors
were
invited
)
and
how
Miss
Pinkerton
would
have
raged
had
she
seen
the
caricature
of
herself
which
the
little
mimic
,
Rebecca
,
managed
to
make
out
of
her
doll
.
Becky
used
to
go
through
dialogues
with
it
;
it
formed
the
delight
of
Newman
Street
,
Gerrard
Street
,
and
the
Artists
'
quarter
:
and
the
young
painters
,
when
they
came
to
take
their
gin-and-water
with
their
lazy
,
dissolute
,
clever
,
jovial
senior
,
used
regularly
to
ask
Rebecca
if
Miss
Pinkerton
was
at
home
:
she
was
as
well
known
to
them
,
poor
soul
!
as
Mr.
Lawrence
or
President
West
.
Once
Rebecca
had
the
honour
to
pass
a
few
days
at
Chiswick
;
after
which
she
brought
back
Jemima
,
and
erected
another
doll
as
Miss
Jemmy
:
for
though
that
honest
creature
had
made
and
given
her
jelly
and
cake
enough
for
three
children
,
and
a
seven-shilling
piece
at
parting
,
the
girl
's
sense
of
ridicule
was
far
stronger
than
her
gratitude
,
and
she
sacrificed
Miss
Jemmy
quite
as
pitilessly
as
her
sister
.
The
catastrophe
came
,
and
she
was
brought
to
the
Mall
as
to
her
home
.
The
rigid
formality
of
the
place
suffocated
her
:
the
prayers
and
the
meals
,
the
lessons
and
the
walks
,
which
were
arranged
with
a
conventual
regularity
,
oppressed
her
almost
beyond
endurance
;
and
she
looked
back
to
the
freedom
and
the
beggary
of
the
old
studio
in
Soho
with
so
much
regret
,
that
everybody
,
herself
included
,
fancied
she
was
consumed
with
grief
for
her
father
.
She
had
a
little
room
in
the
garret
,
where
the
maids
heard
her
walking
and
sobbing
at
night
;
but
it
was
with
rage
,
and
not
with
grief
.
She
had
not
been
much
of
a
dissembler
,
until
now
her
loneliness
taught
her
to
feign
.
She
had
never
mingled
in
the
society
of
women
:
her
father
,
reprobate
as
he
was
,
was
a
man
of
talent
;
his
conversation
was
a
thousand
times
more
agreeable
to
her
than
the
talk
of
such
of
her
own
sex
as
she
now
encountered
.
