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           Crawley,waslikewiseintheroom.Hewasinfulldress,aspompousasanundertaker.Heispale,thin,ugly,silent;hehasthinlegs,nochest,hay-colouredwhiskers,andstraw-colouredhair.HeistheverypictureofhissaintedmotheroverthemantelpieceGriseldaofthenoblehouseofBinkie.

           "Thisisthenewgoverness,Mr.Crawley,"saidLadyCrawley,comingforwardandtakingmyhand."MissSharp."

           "O!"saidMr.Crawley,andpushedhisheadonceforwardandbeganagaintoreadagreatpamphletwithwhichhewasbusy.

           "Ihopeyouwillbekindtomygirls,"saidLadyCrawley,withherpinkeyesalwaysfulloftears.

           "Law,Ma,ofcourseshewill,"saidtheeldest:andIsawataglancethatIneednotbeafraidofTHATwoman."Myladyisserved,"saysthebutlerinblack,inanimmensewhiteshirt-frill,thatlookedasifithadbeenoneoftheQueenElizabeth’sruffsdepictedinthehall;andso,takingMr.Crawley’sarm,sheledthewaytothedining-room,whitherIfollowedwithmylittlepupilsineachhand.

           SirPittwasalreadyintheroomwithasilverjug.Hehadjustbeentothecellar,andwasinfulldresstoo;thatis,hehadtakenhisgaitersoff,andshowedhislittledumpylegsinblackworstedstockings.Thesideboardwascoveredwithglisteningoldplateoldcups,bothgoldandsilver;oldsalversandcruet-stands,likeRundellandBridge’sshop.

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