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And all this torture for nothing, in the end! What looked at last like a

possible prize (oh, without illusions! but still a prize) broken in her

hands, fallen in the dust, the bitter dust, of disappointe--pretty safe too--only regretting the

unworthiness of the girlish figure which stood for so ed

to be able to spit venom at, if only once, in perfect liberty The

presence of the young e But the very violence of the attack seemed to defeat its end

by rendering the representative victie naturally escaping the girl's iination her attitude

was in effect that of dense, hopeless stupidity And it is a fact that

the worst shocks of life are often received without outcries, without

gestures, without a flow of tears and the convulsions of sobbing The

insatiable governess ly This pitiful

stolidity was only a fresh provocation Yet the poor girl was deadly

pale

"I was cold," she used to explain to Mrs Fyne "I had had tiet

terrified She had pushed her face so near h she wanted to bite me Her eyes seemed to have become quite dry,