‘What was the lady who was here before?’ ‘The last governess? She was also young and pretty – almost as young and almost as pretty, miss, even as you.’ ‘Ah, then I hope her youth and her beauty helped her!’ I recollect throwing off. ‘He seems to like us young and pretty!’ ‘Oh, he did,’ Mrs Grose assented; ‘It was the way he liked everyone!’ She had no sooner spoken, indeed, than she caught herself up. ‘I mean that’s his way – the master’s.’ I was struck. ‘But of whom did you speak first?’ She looked blank, but she coloured. ‘Why, of him.’ ‘Of the master?’ ‘Of who else?’ There was so obviously
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