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Did you know my papa and mamma?" She dropped the leaf that held her fruit, and turned on me a haggard, frightened face that made my own grow pale. "What makes you think that I know your history?" she stammered out. "You who are so intimate with Lady Chillington must know why I was brought to Deepley Walls: you must know something about me.
If the latter, what do you remember of them?" A lump came into my throat, and tears into my eyes. For a moment or two I could not answer. "I don't know anything about my parents," I said. "I never remember seeing them. I don't know whether they are alive or dead." "Do you know why you were consigned by the Park Hill people to this particular house to Deepley Walls to me, in fact?"
Next moment Sister Agnes glided in through a side door, and took her place at the table, but considerably apart from Lady Chillington and me. I felt infinitely relieved by her presence. Her ladyship looked as elaborately youthful, with her pink cheeks, her black wig, and her large white teeth, as on the evening of my arrival at Deepley Walls.
Would Love or Hate open for me the doors of Deepley Walls? I was strung to such a pitch that it seemed impossible for any lesser passion to be handmaiden to my needs. What I saw when the massive door was opened was an aged woman, dressed like a superior domestic, who, in sharp accents, demanded to know what we meant by disturbing a quiet family in that unseemly way.
As a matter of course I chose the former, but not till after a minute's hesitation as to whether I should venture to leave my room at all before I should be called. But my desire to see the baskets of flowers prevailed over everything else. I closed my door gently and hurried down. I found myself in the entrance-hall of Deepley Walls, into which I had been ushered on my arrival.
But this thought passed away like the slide of a magic lantern, and I knew that I was at Deepley Walls. The moment I knew this I put out my arms with the intention of clasping my unknown visitor round the neck. But I was not quick enough. The kisses ceased, my hands met each other in the empty air, and I heard a faint noise of garments trailing across the floor.
I, a girl of twelve, was the Janet Hope indicated above, and I had been looking over Chirper's shoulder with wondering eyes while she addressed the card. "But who is Lady Chillington, and where is Deepley Walls, and what have I to do with either, Chirper, please?" I asked.
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