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Miss Crawley at Home

           "Hewentdownstairs,where,bytheway,heventedthemosthorridcursesupontheunoffendingfootman,hissubordinate.

           "Itisapityyoutakeonso,MissBriggs,"theyoungladysaid,withacool,slightlysarcastic,air.

           "Mydearestfriendissoill,andwo-o-on’tseeme,"gurgledoutBriggsinanagonyofrenewedgrief.

           "She’snotveryillanymore.Consoleyourself,dearMissBriggs.Shehasonlyovereatenherselfthatisall.Sheisgreatlybetter.Shewillsoonbequiterestoredagain.Sheisweakfrombeingcuppedandfrommedicaltreatment,butshewillrallyimmediately.Prayconsoleyourself,andtakealittlemorewine."

           "Butwhy,whywon’tsheseemeagain?"MissBriggsbleatedout."Oh,Matilda,Matilda,afterthree-and-twentyyears’tenderness!isthisthereturntoyourpoor,poorArabella?"

           "Don’tcrytoomuch,poorArabella,"theothersaid(witheversolittleofagrin);"sheonlywon’tseeyou,becauseshesaysyoudon’tnurseheraswellasIdo.It’snopleasuretometositupallnight.Iwishyoumightdoitinstead."

           "HaveInottendedthatdearcouchforyears?"Arabellasaid,"andnow—"

           "Nowshepreferssomebodyelse.Well,sickpeoplehavethesefancies,andmustbehumoured.Whenshe’swellIshallgo."

           "Never,never,"Arabellaexclaimed,madlyinhalinghersalts-bottle.

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