I was rude and stupid. They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. Returning to the churchyard, he walked round it; and on the western side, near a small yew-tree discovered a new-made grave. Come along, master. At the thought of the major, her tears redoubled and she was obliged to rip off a piece from the remnants of her already maltreated underpetticoats with which to blow her nose and soak the damp from her cheeks. ’ ‘Parbleu, it is I who am the idiot?’ she scolded furiously, removing one hand and digging it into her sleeve. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart.
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