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about; within the last few months feelings had been stirred in me so
much more potent than any they could raise- pains and pleasures so
much more acute and exquisite had been excited than any it was in
their power to inflict or bestow- that their airs gave me no concern
either for good or bad.
'How is Mrs. Reed?' I asked soon, looking calmly at Georgiana,
who thought fit to bridle at the direct address, as if it were an
unexpected liberty.
'Mrs. Reed? Ah, mama, you mean; she is extremely poorly: I doubt if
you can see her to-night.'
'If,' said I, 'you would just step upstairs and tell her I am come,
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I should be much obliged to you.'
Georgiana almost started, and she opened her blue eyes wild and
wide. 'I know she had a particular wish to see me,' I added, 'and I
would not defer attending to her desire longer than is absolutely
necessary.'
'Mama dislikes being disturbed in an evening,' remarked Eliza. I
soon rose, quietly took off my bonnet and gloves, uninvited, and
said I would just step out to Bessie- who was, I dared say, in the
kitchen- and ask her to ascertain whether Mrs. Reed was disposed to
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