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at intervals, which settled on the hard path and on
the hoary lea without melting. I stood, a wretched child enough,
whispering to myself over and over again, 'What shall I do?- what
shall I do?'
All at once I heard a clear voice call, 'Miss Jane! where are
you? Come to lunch!'
It was Bessie, I knew well enough; but I did not stir; her light
step came tripping down the path.
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'You naughty little thing!' she said. 'Why don't you come when
you are called?'
Bessie's presence, compared with the thoughts over which I had been
brooding, seemed cheerful; even though, as usual, she was somewhat
cross. The fact is, after my conflict with and victory over Mrs. Reed,
I was not disposed to care much for the nursemaid's transitory
anger; and I was disposed to bask in her youthful lightness of
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