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Miss Crawley at Home

           

           MissSharpputoutherrightforefinger,andgavehimalittlenod,socoolandkilling,thatRawdonCrawley,watchingtheoperationsfromtheotherroom,couldhardlyrestrainhislaughterashesawtheLieutenant’sentirediscomfiture;thestarthegave,thepause,andtheperfectclumsinesswithwhichheatlengthcondescendedtotakethefingerwhichwasofferedforhisembrace.

           "She’dbeatthedevil,byJove!"theCaptainsaid,inarapture;andtheLieutenant,bywayofbeginningtheconversation,agreeablyaskedRebeccahowshelikedhernewplace.

           "Myplace?"saidMissSharp,coolly,"howkindofyoutoremindmeofit!It’satolerablygoodplace:thewagesareprettygoodnotsogoodasMissWirt’s,Ibelieve,withyoursistersinRussellSquare.Howarethoseyoungladies?notthatIoughttoask."

           "Whynot?"Mr.Osbornesaid,amazed.

           "Why,theynevercondescendedtospeaktome,ortoaskmeintotheirhouse,whilstIwasstayingwithAmelia;butwepoorgovernesses,youknow,areusedtoslightsofthissort."

           "MydearMissSharp!"Osborneejaculated.

           "Atleastinsomefamilies,"Rebeccacontinued."Youcan’tthinkwhatadifferencethereisthough.WearenotsowealthyinHampshireasyouluckyfolksoftheCity.ButthenIaminagentleman’sfamilygoodoldEnglishstock.IsupposeyouknowSirPitt’sfatherrefusedapeerage.AndyouseehowIamtreated.Iamprettycomfortable.

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