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Royallheardhergohemadenomotiontodetainher:hissuddenragesprobablymadehimunderstandtheuselessnessofreasoningwithhers.
Shereachedthebricktemple,unlockedthedoorandenteredintotheglacialtwilight.“I’mgladI’llneverhavetositinthisoldvaultagainwhenotherfolksareoutinthesun!”shesaidaloudasthefamiliarchilltookher.Shelookedwithabhorrenceatthelongdingyrowsofbooks,thesheep-nosedMinervaonherblackpedestal,andthemild-facedyoungmaninahighstockwhoseeffigypinedaboveherdesk.Shemeanttotakeoutofthedrawerherrolloflaceandthelibraryregister,andgostraighttoMissHatchardtoannounceherresignation.Butsuddenlyagreatdesolationovercameher,andshesatdownandlaidherfaceagainstthedesk.Herheartwasravagedbylife’scruelestdiscovery:thefirstcreaturewhohadcometowardheroutofthewildernesshadbroughtheranguishinsteadofjoy.Shedidnotcry;tearscamehardtoher,andthestormsofherheartspentthemselvesinwardly.Butasshesatthereinherdumbwoeshefeltherlifetobetoodesolate,toouglyandintolerable.
“WhathaveIeverdonetoit,thatitshouldhurtmeso?”shegroaned,andpressedherfistsagainstherlids,whichwerebeginningtoswellwithweeping.
“Iwon’t—Iwon’tgotherelookinglikeahorror!”shemuttered,springingupandpushingbackherhairasifitstifledher.Sheopenedthedrawer,draggedouttheregister,andturnedtowardthedoor.Asshedidsoitopened,andtheyoungmanfromMissHatchard’scameinwhistling.