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In Which the Reader Is Introduced to the Very Best of Company

           "Yousillylittlefibster!Iheardyouintheroomoverhead,whereIhavenodoubtyouwereputtingalittlerougeonyoumustgivesomeofyourstomyLadyGaunt,whosecomplexionisquitepreposterousandIheardthebedroomdooropen,andthenyoucamedownstairs."

           "IsitacrimetotryandlookmybestwhenYOUcomehere?"answeredMrs.Rawdonplaintively,andsherubbedhercheekwithherhandkerchiefasiftoshowtherewasnorougeatall,onlygenuineblushesandmodestyinhercase.Aboutthiswhocantell?Iknowthereissomerougethatwon’tcomeoffonapocket-handkerchief,andsomesogoodthateventearswillnotdisturbit.

           "Well,"saidtheoldgentleman,twiddlingroundhiswife’scard,"youarebentonbecomingafinelady.Youpestermypooroldlifeouttogetyouintotheworld.Youwon’tbeabletoholdyourownthere,yousillylittlefool.You’vegotnomoney."

           "Youwillgetusaplace,"interposedBecky,"asquickaspossible."

           "You’vegotnomoney,andyouwanttocompetewiththosewhohave.Youpoorlittleearthenwarepipkin,youwanttoswimdownthestreamalongwiththegreatcopperkettles.Allwomenarealike.Everybodyisstrivingforwhatisnotworththehaving!Gad!IdinedwiththeKingyesterday,andwehadneckofmuttonandturnips.Adinnerofherbsisbetterthanastalledoxveryoften.YouwillgotoGauntHouse.Yougiveanoldfellownorestuntilyougetthere.It’snothalfsoniceashere.You’llbeboredthere.Iam.

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