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her wise counsel which has kept me out of the hands of the hangman; but that is not so. I have not seen Bates again, and I have planned not to see him again, lest at the sight of him I should forget a decision to which I came when that kid of Mrs Crewe's sat up in bed and called upon God to save the King. THE SATYR Myra Larose was a good governess, capable, and highly certificated. At Salston Hill School they rewarded her services with forty pounds per annum, and board and lodging during term-time. She had often been fortunate enough to secure private pupils for the holidays, and she knew a stationer who bought hand-painted Christmas cards. At the end of four years' work she had thirty-five pounds saved and in the Post Office. And then Aunt Jane, the last of her relatives, died, and left her a fine two hundred and fifty. This meant another ten pounds per annum. Things were not so bad, but they did not, of course, justify the very mad idea that came into her pretty head--a head that, so far, had proved itself sane and practical. The girls of the school considered that Miss Larose was strict but just, and that she had nice eyes. The principal, Mrs Dewlop, when prostrate from the horrible Davenant scandal, had declared that she would never think highly of any human being again; but she did think highly of Myra, even to the extent of considering the possibility of an increase of salary. Myra's fellow-teachers thought her sensible, and chaffed her mildly at times about her economies and her accumulation of wealth. No one would have supposed her capable of anything wild and extravagant. Possibly a book that she had been reading put the idea into her head. Then there was the accident that nearly all her clothes were new simultaneously. Her eyes fell on the advertisement which showed her the advantages of hiring a petrol landaulet by the day in London. Thoughts of the theatre swam into her head. She loved the theatre, and had not been in one for years. She might lunch at the Ritz. She might deny herself nothing--for one day. Grey routine and miserable economies suddenly found her insurgent. Yes, she would have one great day--one day during which she would live at the rate of two thousand a year. So, on one splendid morning, at the station of her northern suburb, she had occasion to be severe with the booking-clerk. ("I said _first_ return--not third. You should pay more attention.") She bought a sixpenn
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