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It was ten o'clock at night. The workgirl, returned to Cardoville House, had just entered her chamber. Worn out by so many emotions, she had thrown herself into a chair. The deepest silence reigned in the house. It was now and then interrupted by the soughing of a high wind, which raged without and shook the trees in the garden. A single candle lighted the room, which was papered with dark green.

Sally had long been able to behave as somebody other than a workgirl, and the servants were so well-behaved that they did not make any attempt to be too much at ease with her. Sally, moreover, looked down with all the contempt of her class upon women who worked in domestic service SKIVVIES! She was drawlingly refined with them, but not grotesquely so, and they respected her.

"Of what presentiments do you speak, my dear child!" said Adrienne, with surprise. "Who betrays me?" "M. Rodin!" answered the workgirl. On hearing the accusation brought against Rodin, Mdlle. de Cardoville looked at the denunciator with new astonishment.

Mother Bunch rushed from the room, hastened across the parlor, gained the court-yard, and knocked at the window of the porter's lodge. The house-door opened, and immediately closed upon her. And so the workgirl left Cardoville House. Adrienne was thus deprived of a devoted, faithful, and vigilant guardian.

And he pointed to the grisette, who was now stooping down by the side of the workgirl. On hearing Agricola speak so familiarly of Rose-Pompon, Adrienne's amazement increased. It is impossible to describe what she felt; yet, strangely enough, her sufferings grew less and less, and her anxiety diminished, as she listened to the chatter of the grisette.

Rushleigh," said she, with all her gratitude for his just spoken kindness to herself and her appreciation of his ready sympathy for the poor workgirl, in her voice "don't think of me! It's lovely out there over the footbridge, and in the fields; and that way, the distance is nearly nothing to Aunt Faith's. I should like the walk really." "Thank you," said Mr. Rushleigh. "I believe you would.

I had never thought of that," said the workgirl, casting down her eyes; "but poverty want of work " "Misery! want of work! and was I not here?" "And despair!" "But why despair?

She astonished the architect with her ideas, for, as became a Parisian workgirl who understands the elegancies of life by instinct, she had suddenly developed a very pretty taste for every species of luxurious refinement.

I had never thought of that," said the workgirl, casting down her eyes; "but poverty want of work " "Misery! want of work! and was I not here?" "And despair!" "But why despair?

This was to see her daughter come home in a dress with a train and a hat covered with feathers. No, she couldn't stomach this display. Nana might indulge in riotous living if she chose, but when she came home to her mother's she ought to dress like a workgirl.