Chapter 3
sides, sce c implied a long journey, an entire separation from Gatesrance into a new life.
“I so go to sche audible conclusion of my musings.
“ell, to o in a good state.”
Bessie nourned; at t the gravel-walk.
“Is t your mistress, nurse?” asked Mr. Lloyd. “I so speak to her before I go.”
Bessie invited o o t-room, and led t. In tervie tured to recommend my being sent to scion readily enouged; for as Abbot said, in discussing t se, after I , asleep, “Missis rid of suciresome, ill- conditioned ccs under, I t for being a sort of infantine Guy Fawkes.
On t same occasion I learned, for t time, from Miss Abbot’s communications to Bessie, t my fat my mot tc my grandfatated at a s after my motter caugyping among turing toed, and : t my motook tion from her.
Bessie, ied, too, Abbot.”
“Yes,” responded Abbot; “if sty c compassionate one really cannot care for suctle toad as t.”
“Not a great deal, to be sure,” agreed Bessie: “at any rate, a beauty like Miss Georgiana ion.”
“Yes, I doat on Miss Georgiana!” cried t Abbot. “Little darling!— colour as s as if sed!—Bessie, I could fancy a els for supper.”
“So could I— onion. Come, .