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ould only repeat. "My dear," said Miss Pringle with an effort at consolation, "don't give way. I'm sure you'll have no difficulty in finding another situation. You wash lace beautifully and no one can arrange flowers like you." Nora sank wearily into a chair. "And I was dreaming of France and Italy--I shall spend ten years more with an old lady, and then she'll die and I shall look out for another situation. It won't be so easy then because I shan't be so young. And so it'll go on until I can't find a situation because I'm too old, and then some charitable people will get me into a home. You like the life, don't you?" "My dear, there are so few things a gentlewoman can do." "When I think of those ten years," said Nora, pacing up and down the length of the room, "having to put up with every unreasonableness! Never being allowed to feel ill or tired. No servant would have stood what I have. The humiliation I've endured!" "You're tired and out of sorts," said Miss Pringle soothingly. "Everyone isn't so trying as Miss Wickham. I'm sure Mrs. Hubbard has been kindness itself to me." "Considering." "I don't know what you mean by 'considering.'" "Considering that she's rich and you're poor. She gives you her old clothes. She frequently doesn't ask you to have dinner by yourself when she's giving a party. She doesn't remind you that you're a dependent unless she's very much put out. But you--you've had thirty years of it. You've eaten the bitter bread of slavery till--till it tastes like plum cake!" Miss Pringle was distinctly hurt. "I don't know why you say such things to me, Nora." "Oh, you mustn't mind what I say; I----" "Mr. Hornby would like to see you for a minute, Miss," said Kate from the doorway. "Now?" "I told him I didn't think it would be very convenient, Miss, but he says it's very important, and he won't detain you more than five minutes." "What a nuisance. Ask him to come in." "Very good, Miss." "I wonder what on earth he can want." "Who is he, Nora?" "Oh, he's the son of Colonel Hornby. Don't you know, he lives at the top of Molyneux Park? His mother was a great friend of Miss Wickham's. He comes down here now and then for week-ends. He's got something to do with motor cars." "Mr. Hornby," said Kate from the door. Reginald Hornby was evidently one of those candid souls who are above simulating an emotion they do not feel. He had regarded the late Miss Wickham as an
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