But when he put the first of the notes into the leaves of the song she was singing, the little governess, rising and looking him steadily in the face, took up the triangular missive daintily, and waved it about as if it were a cocked hat, and she, advancing to the enemy popped the note into the fire, and made him a very low curtsey, and went back to her place, and began to sing away again more merrily than ever. “What’s that?” said Miss Crawley, interrupted in her after-dinner doze by the stoppage of the music. “It’s a false note,” Miss Sharp said, with a laugh; and Rawdon Crawley fumed with
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