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The Diamond Mines Again
Hebowedhimselfoutandclosedthedoor,anditmustbeconfessedthatMissMinchinstoodforafewmomentsandglaredatit.Whathehadsaidwasquitetrue.Sheknewit.Shehadabsolutelynoredress.Hershowpupilhadmeltedintonothingness,leavingonlyafriendless,beggaredlittlegirl.Suchmoneyassheherselfhadadvancedwaslostandcouldnotberegained.
Andasshestoodtherebreathlessunderhersenseofinjury,therefelluponherearsaburstofgayvoicesfromherownsacredroom,whichhadactuallybeengivenuptothefeast.Shecouldatleaststopthis.
ButasshestartedtowardthedooritwasopenedbyMissAmelia,who,whenshecaughtsightofthechanged,angryface,fellbackastepinalarm.
"WhatISthematter,sister?"sheejaculated.
MissMinchin’svoicewasalmostfiercewhensheanswered:
"WhereisSaraCrewe?"
MissAmeliawasbewildered.
"Sara!"shestammered."Why,she’swiththechildreninyourroom,ofcourse."
"Hassheablackfrockinhersumptuouswardrobe?"—inbitterirony.
"Ablackfrock?"MissAmeliastammeredagain."ABLACKone?"
"Shehasfrocksofeveryothercolor.Hassheablackone?"
MissAmeliabegantoturnpale.
