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Miss Crawley at Home

           ShelefttheroombeforeRawdonwentawaythatday;buttheymetbychancebelow,ashewasgoingawayaftertakingleave,andhadaparleytogether.

           Onthemorrow,asRebeccawasgazingfromthewindow,shestartledMissCrawley,whowasplacidlyoccupiedwithaFrenchnovel,bycryingoutinanalarmedtone,"Here’sSirPitt,Ma’am!"andtheBaronet’sknockfollowedthisannouncement.

           "Mydear,Ican’tseehim.Iwon’tseehim.TellBowlsnotathome,orgodownstairsandsayI’mtooilltoreceiveanyone.Mynervesreallywon’tbearmybrotheratthismoment,"criedoutMissCrawley,andresumedthenovel.

           "She’stooilltoseeyou,sir,"Rebeccasaid,trippingdowntoSirPitt,whowaspreparingtoascend.

           "Somuchthebetter,"SirPittanswered."IwanttoseeYOU,MissBecky.Comealongameintotheparlour,"andtheyenteredthatapartmenttogether.

           "IwawntyoubackatQueen’sCrawley,Miss,"thebaronetsaid,fixinghiseyesuponher,andtakingoffhisblackglovesandhishatwithitsgreatcrapehat-band.Hiseyeshadsuchastrangelook,andfixeduponhersosteadfastly,thatRebeccaSharpbeganalmosttotremble.

           "Ihopetocomesoon,"shesaidinalowvoice,"assoonasMissCrawleyisbetterandreturntotothedearchildren.

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