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The Green Silk Purse

           Idon’tknowonwhatpretextOsbornelefttheroom,orwhy,presently,Ameliawentaway,perhapstosuperintendtheslicingofthepine-apple;butJoswasleftalonewithRebecca,whohadresumedherwork,andthegreensilkandtheshiningneedleswerequiveringrapidlyunderherwhiteslenderfingers.

           "Whatabeautiful,BYOO-OOTIFULsongthatwasyousanglastnight,dearMissSharp,"saidtheCollector."Itmademecryalmost;‘ponmyhonouritdid."

           "Becauseyouhaveakindheart,Mr.Joseph;alltheSedleyshave,Ithink."

           "Itkeptmeawakelastnight,andIwastryingtohumitthismorning,inbed;Iwas,uponmyhonour.Gollop,mydoctor,cameinateleven(forI’masadinvalid,youknow,andseeGollopeveryday),and,‘gad!thereIwas,singingawaylikearobin."

           "Oyoudrollcreature!Doletmehearyousingit."

           "Me?No,you,MissSharp;mydearMissSharp,dosingit.""Notnow,Mr.Sedley,"saidRebecca,withasigh."Myspiritsarenotequaltoit;besides,Imustfinishthepurse.Willyouhelpme,Mr.Sedley?"Andbeforehehadtimetoaskhow,Mr.JosephSedley,oftheEastIndiaCompany’sservice,wasactuallyseatedtete-a-tetewithayounglady,lookingatherwithamostkillingexpression;hisarmsstretchedoutbeforeherinanimploringattitude,andhishandsboundinawebofgreensilk,whichshewasunwinding

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