Mr. ‘She’s gone. She was dressed for the street very much as her own maid was accustomed to dress, and there was a thick veil attached to her hat. She thought of her aunt and that purse that was dropped on the table, and of many troublesome and ill-requited kindnesses; she thought of the help of the Widgetts, of Teddy’s admiration; she thought, with a new-born charity, of her father, of Manning’s conscientious unselfishness, of Miss Miniver’s devotion. Will you take it in to him?” The young man smiled in a superior manner. I was sorry for what I did afterwards; for, I don't know why, but, poor, lady! with her pale face, and black eyes, she reminded me of my mother. ‘That there governess didn’t like it, of course, me being the lodgekeeper’s girl, and Martha just a country wench like me. To-morrow morning I shall have made up my mind what to do.
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