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Miss Crawley at Home

           "No,"shecontinued,kindlingasshespoketotheCaptain;"Icanendurepoverty,butnotshameneglect,butnotinsult;andinsultfromfromyou."

           Herfeelingsgaveway,andsheburstintotears.

           "Hangit,MissSharpRebeccabyJoveuponmysoul,Iwouldn’tforathousandpounds.Stop,Rebecca!"

           Shewasgone.ShedroveoutwithMissCrawleythatday.Itwasbeforethelatter’sillness.Atdinnershewasunusuallybrilliantandlively;butshewouldtakenonoticeofthehints,orthenods,ortheclumsyexpostulationsofthehumiliated,infatuatedguardsman.Skirmishesofthissortpassedperpetuallyduringthelittlecampaigntedioustorelate,andsimilarinresult.TheCrawleyheavycavalrywasmaddenedbydefeat,androutedeveryday.

           IftheBaronetofQueen’sCrawleyhadnothadthefearoflosinghissister’slegacybeforehiseyes,heneverwouldhavepermittedhisdeargirlstolosetheeducationalblessingswhichtheirinvaluablegovernesswasconferringuponthem.Theoldhouseathomeseemedadesertwithouther,sousefulandpleasanthadRebeccamadeherselfthere.SirPitt’sletterswerenotcopiedandcorrected;hisbooksnotmadeup;hishouseholdbusinessandmanifoldschemesneglected,nowthathislittlesecretarywasaway.Anditwaseasytoseehownecessarysuchanamanuensiswastohim,bythetenorandspellingofthenumerousletterswhichhesenttoher,entreatingherandcommandinghertoreturn.

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