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My Aunt Astonishes Me

           

           ‘Whatdoyouthink?’inquiredMissBetsey.

           ‘Ithinkso,aunt.’

           ‘Thenwhy,mylove,’saidmyaunt,lookingearnestlyatme,‘whydoyouthinkIprefertosituponthispropertyofminetonight?’

           Ishookmyhead,unabletoguess.

           ‘Because,’saidmyaunt,‘it’sallIhave.BecauseI’mruined,mydear!’

           Ifthehouse,andeveryoneofus,hadtumbledoutintotherivertogether,Icouldhardlyhavereceivedagreatershock.

           ‘Dickknowsit,’saidmyaunt,layingherhandcalmlyonmyshoulder.‘Iamruined,mydearTrot!AllIhaveintheworldisinthisroom,exceptthecottage;andthatIhaveleftJanettolet.Barkis,Iwanttogetabedforthisgentlemantonight.Tosaveexpense,perhapsyoucanmakeupsomethinghereformyself.Anythingwilldo.It’sonlyfortonight.We’lltalkaboutthis,more,tomorrow.’

           Iwasrousedfrommyamazement,andconcernforherIamsure,forherbyherfallingonmyneck,foramoment,andcryingthatsheonlygrievedforme.Inanothermomentshesuppressedthisemotion;andsaidwithanaspectmoretriumphantthandejected:

           ‘Wemustmeetreversesboldly,andnotsufferthemtofrightenus,mydear.Wemustlearntoacttheplayout.Wemustlivemisfortunedown,Trot!’

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