Excerpt: "She clapped her hands together with such violence that she actually stung her tender palms, and cried– "What a little beast I am! what a little beast!" Then, instantly, she resumed her packing, remembering that the trap was coming in less than half-an-hour, but not with quite so much zest as before. There was a vague consciousness in her somewhere that her conduct had not been–and still was not–altogether without reproach. When Nora got down-stairs she found the hall door open, a dog-cart without, a footman keeping guard over the single trunk which he had brought from her room, and Morgan, as it were, keeping watch and ward over him; otherwise the hall was deserted. Nora recognized the fact with something like a pang. She knew then that she had hoped that at least some of the servants would have been gathered together to wish her God-speed; then she told herself, with the quick philosophy which was eminently hers, that it did not matter after all. Morgan greeted her with a question. "Is there any more luggage?" "No; none." "What directions are there as to what is to be done with the contents of your own rooms–your two rooms, bedroom and boudoir? Perhaps I may be allowed to remark, Miss Lindsay, that I believe you’ve a right to whatever is in your own rooms; no one’s a right to touch anything that’s in them except you." "Thank you, Morgan; there are no directions. By the bye, if you like I will write you two or three lines, before I go, which you will be able to use as a reference when you are applying for another situation. I don’t wish you to suffer by what has happened." "Thank you, Miss Lindsay, you are very good; but I don’t propose to seek another situation. I am giving up service. I trust, Miss Lindsay, that in the future everything will turn out as you would like it to." "Thank you, Morgan, I hope it will. Say goodbye to the others for me, and say I wish them all well…"
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