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the daily drudgery, years and years of it, and always the crushing

knowledge of injustice

She kneould be Scandal would track her down--put a price on

her head; these people who had given her a home would hear, and what

would all her months of faithful service avail?

"Is this true?" she already heard the Squire say in iination, and

she should have to answer: "Yes"--and there would be the open door and

the finger pointing to her to go

She heard the Squire's familiar step on the stair; unconsciously, she

crouched lower; had he co, a picture of ho jovially She knew there must be no telltale

tears on her cheeks, even if her heart was crying out in the cold and

snow She knew the bitterness of being denied the comfort of tears

It was but one of the hideous train of horrors that pursued a woman in

her position