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'The morning wore on, and still I sat pondering over the situation in
which I found myself. The servant came and removed the breakfast
things, and her furtive glances at me showed that I was an object at
once familiar and strange to her. But very little attention did I pay
to her, in such a whirl of thoughts as I then was. The moment that
one course of action seemed to me the best, the very opposite would
occur to me as being the best. However, I was determined to know from
Mr. D'Arcy, and at once, what was the state in which I was when I was
brought to this place, and what had been the course of my life during
my stay here. Mr. D'Arcy had told me that, for reasons which he so
touchingly alluded to, he had not used me as a model. How, then, had
my time been passed? To question poor Mrs. Titwing would only be to
frighten her. I would ask Mr. D'Arcy for a full confession.
'Mrs. Titwing came into the room. She began pulling at the ribbon of
her black silk apron as though she wanted to speak and could not find
the proper words. At last she said,
'"I hope, miss, there have been no words between you and Mr.
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