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ҳַ:a g 9 559 v i p<"What are you thinking of?" she demanded. "Why do you look at me like that?"If she had cried and sobbed and seemed frightened, Miss Minchin might almost have had more patience with her. She was a woman who liked to domineer and feel her power, and as she looked at Sara's pale little steadfast face and heard her proud little voice, she quite felt as if her might was being set at naught.

"I'm allus hungry," was the answer, "but 't ain't as bad as it was."

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"Oh, Sara," Ermengarde almost wailed in her reproachful dismay. And then after one more look they rushed into each other's arms. It must be confessed that Sara's small black head lay for some minutes on the shoulder covered by the red shawl. When Ermengarde had seemed to desert her, she had felt horribly lonely.

They had reached the passage leading to Sara's room by this time, and Ermengarde stopped short, staring, and quite losing her breath.

Mr. Barrow turned to go.

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"To the little girl in the attic. From a friend."<"If you find the little girl, give her our love," shouted Guy Clarence, jumping up and down on the door mat.

"He might not have spoken of it definitely. You never seem even to have heard her real name."

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"Mine is Sara Crewe," said Sara. "Yours is very pretty. It sounds like a story book."

When Sara entered the room, Lottie was lying upon the floor, screaming and kicking her small fat legs violently, and Miss Amelia was bending over her in consternation and despair, looking quite red and damp with heat. Lottie had always found, when in her own nursery at home, that kicking and screaming would always be quieted by any means she insisted on. Poor plump Miss Amelia was trying first one method, and then another.

"Other people have lived in worse places. Think of the Count of Monte Cristo in the dungeons of the Chateau d'If. And think of the people in the Bastille!"

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"I am," said Sara, promptly, when she heard of this. "That's what I look at some people for. I like to know about them. I think them over afterward."

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ҳִؼ-ĸʰ "You impudent, dishonest child!" they heard her say. "Cook tells me she has missed things repeatedly." ϸ

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ҳҶ÷ŵ326³ʾ ˹ȹ綯ع "Oh, don't send her away," she sobbed. "My aunt sent me the hamper. We're--only--having a party." ϸ

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