One of
your aunts died, I believe, and the other removed to London. I didn’t understand. ‘You are Mrs Ibstock, I think,’ she said eagerly. Flowers, theatre boxes, carriages, the “open sesame” to the whole world of
pleasure. I wasn’t. So I ran away, blindly, knowing nothing of the world outside. And if I cared to have him come every
day, why shouldn’t he? I find him very amusing and very useful as well. The boss says to me: 'Higg, here's a guy we want
back. You are a sisterless man; you have never heard the ordinary talk that goes on at a
girls’ boarding-school. "And me," added Mrs. Wood's bed-chamber—it was locked, with the key left in it. ”
“Any one could see that the girls were ladies,” Ennison murmured. You never can go
back. ’
‘You ain’t never,’ gasped Pottiswick. “I don’t think you see,” she replied, with tears on her cheeks, and her brows
knitting, “how it shames and, ah!—disgraces me—AH TISHU!”
She put down the tray with a concussion on her toilet-table.
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