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For the rest of the day not one word passed between them. Next morning Fan got ready to go to Kensington, but first came in to her mistress as was her custom. Miss Starbrow was also dressed in readiness to go out; she was sitting apparently waiting to speak to Fan before leaving the house. "Are you going out, Mary?" said Fan, a little timidly.
But one person was passing at some distance, and glancing in her direction through the trees, saw her, and stopped in her walk. It was Miss Starbrow, and in the figure of the weeping girl she had recognised Fan. Her face darkened, and she walked on, but presently she stopped again, and stood irresolute, swinging the end of her sunshade over the young grass.
But the face must be imagined, white and delicate and indescribably lovely in its tender natural pallor. "Fan," said Miss Starbrow at last, and speaking with a merry smile, "this is my brother Tom, from Manchester, you have so often heard me speak of. Tom, this is Fan." "Well," exclaimed Miss Starbrow, after he had shaken hands with Fan and sat down again, "what do you think of my little girl?
Let Miss Starbrow think you are shut up safe out of her sight, and then she won't trouble herself about you." "There's no one I can speak to I have no one," said Fan, mournfully; after which they went on to the station, and she was put into her train with her bag, and about three o'clock in the afternoon arrived at Westbourne Park Station.
I was so happy because I thought because " and here she sunk her voice to a trembling whisper "I thought that you loved me." Miss Starbrow put her arm round the girl's waist and drew her against her knees. "Your instinct was not at fault, Fan," she said in a caressing tone.
For what had she a poor, simple, ignorant useless girl to keep the affection of such a one as Miss Starbrow? And as the days and weeks went by, that vague anxiety did not leave her; for the more she saw of her mistress, the less did she seem like one of a steadfast mind, whose feelings would always remain the same.
She was very beautiful, and when, turning from Miss Starbrow, she advanced to Fan and gave her hand, the girl almost trembled with the new keen sensation of pleasure she experienced. Miss Churton was so different from that unlovely mental picture of her!
This was strange work for Fan, but her intense desire to do something for her mistress partly compensated for her ignorance and awkwardness, and after a little while she found that combing those long rich black tresses was an easy and very delightful task. Miss Starbrow sat with eyes half- closed before the glass, only speaking once or twice to tell Fan not to hurry.
"I have always so wished to be in the country, but before Miss Starbrow took me to live with her, and before they mother died, we lived in a very poor street, and were always so poor and " Then she reddened and cast down her eyes and was silent, for she had suddenly remembered that Miss Starbrow had warned her never to speak of her past life.
Fan, covering her face with her hands, shrunk back against the wall, sobbing convulsively. "Oh, come, Pollie!" exclaimed Horton, "don't be so hard on the poor monkey she's a mere child, you know, and didn't think any harm." Miss Starbrow made no reply, but standing motionless looked at him watched his face with a fierce, dangerous gleam in her half-closed eyes.
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