''Miss Smith. You are Miss Smith, I think? And you have come to be my maid, from London! And may I call you Susan? I hope you shall like it at Briar, Susan; and I hope you shall like me. There is not much to like, in either case. I think you might do it very easily— very easily, indeed.''△思△兔△網△文△檔△共△享△與△在△線△閱△讀△
She spoke in a soft, sweet, halting voice, tilting her head, hardly looking at me, still quite crimson at the cheek. I said, ''I am sure I shall like you, miss.'' Then I remembered all my work at Lant Street, and gripped my skirt and made a curtsey. And when I rose from it she smiled, and came and took my hand in hers.
She looked at Mrs Stiles, who had kept behind me at the door.
''You need not stay, Mrs Stiles,'' she said nicely. ''But you will have been kind to Miss Smith, I know.'' She caught my eye. ''You''ve heard, perhaps, that I am an orphan, Susan, like you. I came to
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