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Chapter 33

           Theyoungladymerelythrowingoffhersimplebonnet,satdowntothepianoasusual.Afterrunningabstractedlyoverthekeysforafewminutes,shefellintoalowandverysolemnair;andassheplayedit,theyheardasoundasifshewereweeping.

           ‘Rose,mydear!’saidtheelderlady.

           Rosemadenoreply,butplayedalittlequicker,asthoughthewordshadrousedherfromsomepainfulthoughts.

           ‘Rose,mylove!’criedMrs.Maylie,risinghastily,andbendingoverher.‘Whatisthis?Intears!Mydearchild,whatdistressesyou?’

           ‘Nothing,aunt;nothing,’repliedtheyounglady.‘Idon’tknowwhatitis;Ican’tdescribeit;butIfeel

           ‘Notill,mylove?’interposedMrs.Maylie.

           ‘No,no!Oh,notill!’repliedRose:shudderingasthoughsomedeadlychillnesswerepassingoverher,whileshespoke;‘Ishallbebetterpresently.Closethewindow,pray!’

           Oliverhastenedtocomplywithherrequest.Theyounglady,makinganefforttorecoverhercheerfulness,strovetoplaysomeliveliertune;butherfingersdroppedpowerlessoverthekeys.Coveringherfacewithherhands,shesankuponasofa,andgaveventtothetearswhichshewasnowunabletorepress.

           ‘Mychild!’saidtheelderlylady,foldingherarmsabouther,‘Ineversawyousobefore.

           ‘IwouldnotalarmyouifIcouldavoidit,’rejoinedRose;‘butindeedIhavetriedveryhard,andcannothelpthis.IfearIAMill,aunt.

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