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Chapter 2 Fellow Travellers

           ‘It’snothingtoyouwhat’sthematter.Itdon’tsignifytoanyone.’

           ‘Oyesitdoes;Iamsorrytoseeyouso.’

           ‘Youarenotsorry,’saidthegirl.‘Youareglad.Youknowyouareglad.Ineverwaslikethisbuttwiceoverinthequarantineyonder;andbothtimesyoufoundme.Iamafraidofyou.’

           ‘Afraidofme?’

           ‘Yes.Youseemtocomelikemyownanger,myownmalice,myown—whateveritis—Idon’tknowwhatitis.ButIamill-used,Iamill-used,Iamill-used!’Herethesobsandthetears,andthetearinghand,whichhadallbeensuspendedtogethersincethefirstsurprise,wentontogetheranew.

           Thevisitorstoodlookingatherwithastrangeattentivesmile.Itwaswonderfultoseethefuryofthecontestinthegirl,andthebodilystruggleshemadeasifshewererentbytheDemonsofold.

           ‘Iamyoungerthansheisbytwoorthreeyears,andyetit’smethatlooksafterher,asifIwasold,andit’sshethat’salwayspettedandcalledBaby!Idetestthename.Ihateher!Theymakeafoolofher,theyspoilher.Shethinksofnothingbutherself,shethinksnomoreofmethanifIwasastockandastone!’Sothegirlwenton.

           ‘Youmusthavepatience.’

           ‘Iwon’thavepatience!’

           ‘Iftheytakemuchcareofthemselves,andlittleornoneofyou,youmustnotmindit.’

           Iwillmindit.’

           ‘Hush!Bemoreprudent.Youforgetyourdependentposition.’

           ‘Idon’tcareforthat.I’llrunaway.I’lldosomemischief.

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