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¡¡¡¡'To your father-in-law,' said my aunt. 'I have sent him a letter that I'll trouble him to attend to, or he and I will fall out, I can tell him!' ¡¡¡¡'Does he know where I am, aunt?' I inquired, alarmed. ¡¡¡¡'I have told him,' said my aunt, with a nod. ¡¡¡¡'Shall I - be - given up to him?' I faltered. ¡¡¡¡'I don't know,' said my aunt. 'We shall see.' ¡¡¡¡'Oh! I can't think what I shall do,' I exclaimed, 'if I have to go back to Mr. Murdstone!' ¡¡¡¡'I don't know anything about it,' said my aunt, shaking her head. 'I can't say, I am sure. We shall see.' ¡¡¡¡My spirits sank under these words, and I became very downcast and heavy of heart. My aunt, without appearing to take much heed of me, put on a coarse apron with a bib, which she took out of the press; washed up the teacups with her own hands; and, when everything was washed and set in the tray again, and the cloth folded and put on the top of the whole, rang for
oil paintingJanet to remove it. She next swept up the crumbs with a little broom (putting on a pair of gloves first), until there did not appear to be one microscopic speck left on the carpet; next dusted and arranged the room, which was dusted and arranged to a hair'sbreadth already. When all these tasks were performed to her satisfaction, she took off the gloves and apron, folded them up, put them in the particular corner of the press from which they had been taken, brought out her work-box to her own table in the open window, and sat down, with the green fan between her and the light, to work.