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MISTRESS MARY |
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look as if she were interested. That was one of her unhappy, disagreeable ways. So she sat still.
" Well," said Mrs. Medlock. " What do you think of it?"
" Nothing," she answered. " I know nothing about such places."
That made Mrs. Medlock laugh a short sort of laugh.
"Eh!" she said, "but you are like an old woman. Don't you care? "
" It doesn't matter," said Mary, " whether I care or not."
" You are right enough there," said Mrs. Medlock. " It doesn't. What you're to be kept at Misselthwaite Manor for I don't know, unless because it's the easiest way. He's not going to trouble himself about you, that's sure and certain. He never troubles himself about no one."
She stopped herself as if she had just remembered something in time.
" He's got a crooked back," she said. " That set him wrong. He was a sour young man and got no good of all his money and big place till he was married."
Mary's eyes turned toward her in spite of her intention not to seem to care. She had never thought of the hunchback's being married and she was a trifle surprised. Mrs. Medlock saw this, |
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