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.They are so naughty and high-spirited."(Here she gave both children a fierce pinch.) "There is nobody ill at theChase, Doctor.I most deeply regret that you should have been called out fornothing.Let me give you ten guineas instead of your usual five."89There was a chink of coins as she leaned out of the dim coach and obscured thedoctor's view of its interior.He rumbled, dissatisfied."Very odd, very.Can't say it's like Bonnie to dosuch a thing.Must be the other little minx.Don't care for being called outon false errands.However, very kind of you, ma'am.Say no more about it."Still grumbling to himself, he turned his horses.Miss Slighcarp gave him afew minutes' start and then told James to make all possible speed towardsBlastburn.The rest of the journey passed in silence.Both children were utterly castdown at this failure of their plan, and Bonnie was almost numb with grief anddespair over the news about her parents.Try as she would to control herself,tear after tear slipped from under her eyelids, and the utmost that she couldachieve was that she wept in silence.She was too proud to let Miss Slighcarpguess her misery.Sylvia guessed it, and longed to comfort her, but the bonybulk of the governess was between them.Long before the end of the trip they were almost dead of cold, and their feetwere like lumps of ice, for Miss Slighcarp had all the fur carriage rugswrapped round herself, and the children had to make do without.They were too cold for sleep, and could almost have wished for an attack bywolves, but, save for an occasional distant howl, their passage wasundisturbed.It seemed that Miss Slighcarp was right when she said that thewolves feared to attack her.At last they drew near the great smoky lights and fearsome fiery glare ofBlastburn, where the huge slag-heaps stood outlined like black pyramidsagainst the red sky.They clattered through a black and cobbled town where the people seemed towork all night, for the streets were thronged, although it was so late, andpresently drew up in a dark street on the farthest outskirts.Miss Slighcarp alighted first, and Sylvia had just time to breathe hurriedlyto James, as he lifted her down, "You'll tell90Pattern where we are gone, James? She'll be so worried," and to receive hisnod, before the governess pushed them along a narrow gravel path towards thefront door of a high, dark house.She rang a bell whose echoes they heard far within, harsh and jangling.Almost at once the door flew open.91the door was opened by a thin, dirty child in a brown pinafore with one whitefront pocket on which was stitched a large number six.Bonnie andSylvia were not certain if the child was a boy or a girl until MissSlighcarp said, "It's you, is it, Lucy? Where is Mrs Brisket?"Page 38 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"In here, please, miss," Lucy said with a frightened gasp, and opened a dooron one side of the entrance hall.Miss Slighcarp swept through, turning herhead to say to Bonnie and Sylvia, "Wait there.Don't speak or fidget." Thenthey heard her voice beyond the door:"Gertrude.It is I.Our plans are going excellently." Somebody shut the doorand they could hear nothing further.The little girl, Lucy, regarded the newarrivals for a moment, her finger in her mouth, before picking up a broomseveral inches taller than herself and beginning to sweep the floor."Are you a pupil here?" Bonnie asked her curiously.The brown pinafore looked like some kind of uniform - but why was her hair cutso short, even shorter than a boy's? And why was she doing housework?"Hush!" whispered Lucy.Her eyes nicked in terror towards the closed door."She'll half kill me if she hears me speak!""Who?" breathed Bonnie."Her.Mrs Brisket."Bonnie looked as if she was on the point of asking more questions, butSylvia hushed her, not wishing to get Lucy into trouble, and Lucy herselfresolutely turned her back and went92on with her work, stirring up a cloud of dust in the dim and stuffy hall.Suddenly Sylvia had the feeling that they were being watched.She raised hereyes and saw someone standing by the banister rail at the top of the ill-litstairs, staring down at them.Meeting Sylvia's eyes, this person slowlydescended towards them.She was a girl of about fifteen, tall and thin, with a pale, handsome,sharp-featured face.She walked with a slouch, and was very richly dressed invelvet, with a band of fur round her jacket and several bracelets.She carrieda pair of silver skates.She walked up to Bonnie and Sylvia, surveying them coolly and insolently.Shemade no remark or friendly gesture of greeting; merely looked them up anddown, and then, with a sudden quick movement, tugged off Sylvia's white furcap and tried it on herself.It was too small."Hm," she said coldly."What a nuisance you're not bigger." She dropped thecap disdainfully on the floor.Sylvia's lips parted in indignation;even she, mild and good-tempered as she was, would have protested had she notnoticed Lucy's face behind the girl's elbow, grimacing at her in an agony ofalarm, evidently warning her not to object to this treatment.Wordlessly, she picked up the beautiful white cap, its fur dusty from the heapof sweepings on to which it had fallen, and stood stroking it while the girlsaid carelessly to Lucy:"Is my mother in there?""Yes, Miss Diana.Talking to Miss Slighcarp.""Oh, that old harridan [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.They are so naughty and high-spirited."(Here she gave both children a fierce pinch.) "There is nobody ill at theChase, Doctor.I most deeply regret that you should have been called out fornothing.Let me give you ten guineas instead of your usual five."89There was a chink of coins as she leaned out of the dim coach and obscured thedoctor's view of its interior.He rumbled, dissatisfied."Very odd, very.Can't say it's like Bonnie to dosuch a thing.Must be the other little minx.Don't care for being called outon false errands.However, very kind of you, ma'am.Say no more about it."Still grumbling to himself, he turned his horses.Miss Slighcarp gave him afew minutes' start and then told James to make all possible speed towardsBlastburn.The rest of the journey passed in silence.Both children were utterly castdown at this failure of their plan, and Bonnie was almost numb with grief anddespair over the news about her parents.Try as she would to control herself,tear after tear slipped from under her eyelids, and the utmost that she couldachieve was that she wept in silence.She was too proud to let Miss Slighcarpguess her misery.Sylvia guessed it, and longed to comfort her, but the bonybulk of the governess was between them.Long before the end of the trip they were almost dead of cold, and their feetwere like lumps of ice, for Miss Slighcarp had all the fur carriage rugswrapped round herself, and the children had to make do without.They were too cold for sleep, and could almost have wished for an attack bywolves, but, save for an occasional distant howl, their passage wasundisturbed.It seemed that Miss Slighcarp was right when she said that thewolves feared to attack her.At last they drew near the great smoky lights and fearsome fiery glare ofBlastburn, where the huge slag-heaps stood outlined like black pyramidsagainst the red sky.They clattered through a black and cobbled town where the people seemed towork all night, for the streets were thronged, although it was so late, andpresently drew up in a dark street on the farthest outskirts.Miss Slighcarp alighted first, and Sylvia had just time to breathe hurriedlyto James, as he lifted her down, "You'll tell90Pattern where we are gone, James? She'll be so worried," and to receive hisnod, before the governess pushed them along a narrow gravel path towards thefront door of a high, dark house.She rang a bell whose echoes they heard far within, harsh and jangling.Almost at once the door flew open.91the door was opened by a thin, dirty child in a brown pinafore with one whitefront pocket on which was stitched a large number six.Bonnie andSylvia were not certain if the child was a boy or a girl until MissSlighcarp said, "It's you, is it, Lucy? Where is Mrs Brisket?"Page 38 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"In here, please, miss," Lucy said with a frightened gasp, and opened a dooron one side of the entrance hall.Miss Slighcarp swept through, turning herhead to say to Bonnie and Sylvia, "Wait there.Don't speak or fidget." Thenthey heard her voice beyond the door:"Gertrude.It is I.Our plans are going excellently." Somebody shut the doorand they could hear nothing further.The little girl, Lucy, regarded the newarrivals for a moment, her finger in her mouth, before picking up a broomseveral inches taller than herself and beginning to sweep the floor."Are you a pupil here?" Bonnie asked her curiously.The brown pinafore looked like some kind of uniform - but why was her hair cutso short, even shorter than a boy's? And why was she doing housework?"Hush!" whispered Lucy.Her eyes nicked in terror towards the closed door."She'll half kill me if she hears me speak!""Who?" breathed Bonnie."Her.Mrs Brisket."Bonnie looked as if she was on the point of asking more questions, butSylvia hushed her, not wishing to get Lucy into trouble, and Lucy herselfresolutely turned her back and went92on with her work, stirring up a cloud of dust in the dim and stuffy hall.Suddenly Sylvia had the feeling that they were being watched.She raised hereyes and saw someone standing by the banister rail at the top of the ill-litstairs, staring down at them.Meeting Sylvia's eyes, this person slowlydescended towards them.She was a girl of about fifteen, tall and thin, with a pale, handsome,sharp-featured face.She walked with a slouch, and was very richly dressed invelvet, with a band of fur round her jacket and several bracelets.She carrieda pair of silver skates.She walked up to Bonnie and Sylvia, surveying them coolly and insolently.Shemade no remark or friendly gesture of greeting; merely looked them up anddown, and then, with a sudden quick movement, tugged off Sylvia's white furcap and tried it on herself.It was too small."Hm," she said coldly."What a nuisance you're not bigger." She dropped thecap disdainfully on the floor.Sylvia's lips parted in indignation;even she, mild and good-tempered as she was, would have protested had she notnoticed Lucy's face behind the girl's elbow, grimacing at her in an agony ofalarm, evidently warning her not to object to this treatment.Wordlessly, she picked up the beautiful white cap, its fur dusty from the heapof sweepings on to which it had fallen, and stood stroking it while the girlsaid carelessly to Lucy:"Is my mother in there?""Yes, Miss Diana.Talking to Miss Slighcarp.""Oh, that old harridan [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]