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"
Take
this
basket
and
shawl
,
if
you
please
,
and
open
the
door
,
"
said
Miss
Sharp
,
and
descended
from
the
carriage
in
much
indignation
.
"
I
shall
write
to
Mr.
Sedley
and
inform
him
of
your
conduct
,
"
said
she
to
the
groom
.
"
Do
n't
,
"
replied
that
functionary
.
"
I
hope
you
've
forgot
nothink
?
Miss
'
Melia
's
gownds
--
have
you
got
them
--
as
the
lady
's
maid
was
to
have
'
ad
?
I
hope
they
'll
fit
you
.
Shut
the
door
,
Jim
,
you
'll
get
no
good
out
of
'
ER
,
"
continued
John
,
pointing
with
his
thumb
towards
Miss
Sharp
:
"
a
bad
lot
,
I
tell
you
,
a
bad
lot
,
"
and
so
saying
,
Mr.
Sedley
's
groom
drove
away
.
The
truth
is
,
he
was
attached
to
the
lady
's
maid
in
question
,
and
indignant
that
she
should
have
been
robbed
of
her
perquisites
.
On
entering
the
dining-room
,
by
the
orders
of
the
individual
in
gaiters
,
Rebecca
found
that
apartment
not
more
cheerful
than
such
rooms
usually
are
,
when
genteel
families
are
out
of
town
.
The
faithful
chambers
seem
,
as
it
were
,
to
mourn
the
absence
of
their
masters
.
The
turkey
carpet
has
rolled
itself
up
,
and
retired
sulkily
under
the
sideboard
:
the
pictures
have
hidden
their
faces
behind
old
sheets
of
brown
paper
:
the
ceiling
lamp
is
muffled
up
in
a
dismal
sack
of
brown
holland
:
the
window-curtains
have
disappeared
under
all
sorts
of
shabby
envelopes
:
the
marble
bust
of
Sir
Walpole
Crawley
is
looking
from
its
black
corner
at
the
bare
boards
and
the
oiled
fire-irons
,
and
the
empty
card-racks
over
the
mantelpiece
:
the
cellaret
has
lurked
away
behind
the
carpet
:
the
chairs
are
turned
up
heads
and
tails
along
the
walls
:
and
in
the
dark
corner
opposite
the
statue
,
is
an
old-fashioned
crabbed
knife-box
,
locked
and
sitting
on
a
dumb
waiter
.
Two
kitchen
chairs
,
and
a
round
table
,
and
an
attenuated
old
poker
and
tongs
were
,
however
,
gathered
round
the
fire-place
,
as
was
a
saucepan
over
a
feeble
sputtering
fire
.
There
was
a
bit
of
cheese
and
bread
,
and
a
tin
candlestick
on
the
table
,
and
a
little
black
porter
in
a
pint-pot
.
"
Had
your
dinner
,
I
suppose
?
It
is
not
too
warm
for
you
?
Like
a
drop
of
beer
?
"
"
Where
is
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
?
"
said
Miss
Sharp
majestically
.
"
He
,
he
!
I
'm
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
.
Reklect
you
owe
me
a
pint
for
bringing
down
your
luggage
.
He
,
he
!
Ask
Tinker
if
I
aynt
.
Mrs.
Tinker
,
Miss
Sharp
;
Miss
Governess
,
Mrs.
Charwoman
.
Ho
,
ho
!
"
The
lady
addressed
as
Mrs.
Tinker
at
this
moment
made
her
appearance
with
a
pipe
and
a
paper
of
tobacco
,
for
which
she
had
been
despatched
a
minute
before
Miss
Sharp
's
arrival
;
and
she
handed
the
articles
over
to
Sir
Pitt
,
who
had
taken
his
seat
by
the
fire
.
