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Janet
was
a
pretty
blooming
girl
,
of
about
nineteen
or
twenty
,
and
a
perfect
picture
of
neatness
.
Though
I
made
no
further
observation
of
her
at
the
moment
,
I
may
mention
here
what
I
did
not
discover
until
afterwards
,
namely
,
that
she
was
one
of
a
series
of
protegees
whom
my
aunt
had
taken
into
her
service
expressly
to
educate
in
a
renouncement
of
mankind
,
and
who
had
generally
completed
their
abjuration
by
marrying
the
baker
.
The
room
was
as
neat
as
Janet
or
my
aunt
.
As
I
laid
down
my
pen
,
a
moment
since
,
to
think
of
it
,
the
air
from
the
sea
came
blowing
in
again
,
mixed
with
the
perfume
of
the
flowers
;
and
I
saw
the
old
-
fashioned
furniture
brightly
rubbed
and
polished
,
my
aunt
’
s
inviolable
chair
and
table
by
the
round
green
fan
in
the
bow
-
window
,
the
drugget
-
covered
carpet
,
the
cat
,
the
kettle
-
holder
,
the
two
canaries
,
the
old
china
,
the
punchbowl
full
of
dried
rose
-
leaves
,
the
tall
press
guarding
all
sorts
of
bottles
and
pots
,
and
,
wonderfully
out
of
keeping
with
the
rest
,
my
dusty
self
upon
the
sofa
,
taking
note
of
everything
.
Janet
had
gone
away
to
get
the
bath
ready
,
when
my
aunt
,
to
my
great
alarm
,
became
in
one
moment
rigid
with
indignation
,
and
had
hardly
voice
to
cry
out
,
‘
Janet
!
Donkeys
!
’
Upon
which
,
Janet
came
running
up
the
stairs
as
if
the
house
were
in
flames
,
darted
out
on
a
little
piece
of
green
in
front
,
and
warned
off
two
saddle
-
donkeys
,
lady
-
ridden
,
that
had
presumed
to
set
hoof
upon
it
;
while
my
aunt
,
rushing
out
of
the
house
,
seized
the
bridle
of
a
third
animal
laden
with
a
bestriding
child
,
turned
him
,
led
him
forth
from
those
sacred
precincts
,
and
boxed
the
ears
of
the
unlucky
urchin
in
attendance
who
had
dared
to
profane
that
hallowed
ground
.
To
this
hour
I
don
’
t
know
whether
my
aunt
had
any
lawful
right
of
way
over
that
patch
of
green
;
but
she
had
settled
it
in
her
own
mind
that
she
had
,
and
it
was
all
the
same
to
her
.
The
one
great
outrage
of
her
life
,
demanding
to
be
constantly
avenged
,
was
the
passage
of
a
donkey
over
that
immaculate
spot
.
In
whatever
occupation
she
was
engaged
,
however
interesting
to
her
the
conversation
in
which
she
was
taking
part
,
a
donkey
turned
the
current
of
her
ideas
in
a
moment
,
and
she
was
upon
him
straight
.
Jugs
of
water
,
and
watering
-
pots
,
were
kept
in
secret
places
ready
to
be
discharged
on
the
offending
boys
;
sticks
were
laid
in
ambush
behind
the
door
;
sallies
were
made
at
all
hours
;
and
incessant
war
prevailed
.
Perhaps
this
was
an
agreeable
excitement
to
the
donkey
-
boys
;
or
perhaps
the
more
sagacious
of
the
donkeys
,
understanding
how
the
case
stood
,
delighted
with
constitutional
obstinacy
in
coming
that
way
.
I
only
know
that
there
were
three
alarms
before
the
bath
was
ready
;
and
that
on
the
occasion
of
the
last
and
most
desperate
of
all
,
I
saw
my
aunt
engage
,
single
-
handed
,
with
a
sandy
-
headed
lad
of
fifteen
,
and
bump
his
sandy
head
against
her
own
gate
,
before
he
seemed
to
comprehend
what
was
the
matter
.
These
interruptions
were
of
the
more
ridiculous
to
me
,
because
she
was
giving
me
broth
out
of
a
table
-
spoon
at
the
time
(
having
firmly
persuaded
herself
that
I
was
actually
starving
,
and
must
receive
nourishment
at
first
in
very
small
quantities
)
,
and
,
while
my
mouth
was
yet
open
to
receive
the
spoon
,
she
would
put
it
back
into
the
basin
,
cry
‘
Janet
!
Donkeys
!
’
and
go
out
to
the
assault
.
The
bath
was
a
great
comfort
.
For
I
began
to
be
sensible
of
acute
pains
in
my
limbs
from
lying
out
in
the
fields
,
and
was
now
so
tired
and
low
that
I
could
hardly
keep
myself
awake
for
five
minutes
together
.
When
I
had
bathed
,
they
(
I
mean
my
aunt
and
Janet
)
enrobed
me
in
a
shirt
and
a
pair
of
trousers
belonging
to
Mr
.
Dick
,
and
tied
me
up
in
two
or
three
great
shawls
.
What
sort
of
bundle
I
looked
like
,
I
don
’
t
know
,
but
I
felt
a
very
hot
one
.
Feeling
also
very
faint
and
drowsy
,
I
soon
lay
down
on
the
sofa
again
and
fell
asleep
.
It
might
have
been
a
dream
,
originating
in
the
fancy
which
had
occupied
my
mind
so
long
,
but
I
awoke
with
the
impression
that
my
aunt
had
come
and
bent
over
me
,
and
had
put
my
hair
away
from
my
face
,
and
laid
my
head
more
comfortably
,
and
had
then
stood
looking
at
me
.
The
words
,
‘
Pretty
fellow
,
’
or
‘
Poor
fellow
,
’
seemed
to
be
in
my
ears
,
too
;
but
certainly
there
was
nothing
else
,
when
I
awoke
,
to
lead
me
to
believe
that
they
had
been
uttered
by
my
aunt
,
who
sat
in
the
bow
-
window
gazing
at
the
sea
from
behind
the
green
fan
,
which
was
mounted
on
a
kind
of
swivel
,
and
turned
any
way
.
