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Miss Crawley at Home

           Bute’smystery.

           "ByJove,it’stoobad,"thoughtRawdon,"toobad,byJove!Idobelievethewomanwantsthepoorgirltoberuined,inorderthatsheshouldn’tcomeintothefamilyasLadyCrawley."

           WhenhesawRebeccaalone,heralliedherabouthisfather’sattachmentinhisgracefulway.Sheflungupherheadscornfully,lookedhimfullintheface,andsaid,

           "Well,supposeheisfondofme.Iknowheis,andotherstoo.Youdon’tthinkIamafraidofhim,CaptainCrawley?Youdon’tsupposeIcan’tdefendmyownhonour,"saidthelittlewoman,lookingasstatelyasaqueen.

           "Oh,ah,whygiveyoufairwarninglookout,youknowthat’sall,"saidthemustachio-twiddler.

           "Youhintatsomethingnothonourable,then?"saidshe,flashingout.

           "OGadreallyMissRebecca,"theheavydragooninterposed.

           "DoyousupposeIhavenofeelingofself-respect,becauseIampoorandfriendless,andbecauserichpeoplehavenone?Doyouthink,becauseIamagoverness,Ihavenotasmuchsense,andfeeling,andgoodbreedingasyougentlefolksinHampshire?I’maMontmorency.DoyousupposeaMontmorencyisnotasgoodasaCrawley?"

           WhenMissSharpwasagitated,andalludedtohermaternalrelatives,shespokewitheversoslightaforeignaccent,whichgaveagreatcharmtoherclearringingvoice.

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