down the kitchen with her two short arms distressfully lifted up, ‘because I am a sharp little thing — I need be, to get through the world at all!

— and they deceived me altogether, and I gave the poor unfortunate girl a letter, which I fully believe was the beginning of her ever speaking to Littimer, who was left behind on purpose!’

I stood amazed at the revelation of all this perfidy, looking at Miss Mowcher as she walked up and down the kitchen until she was out of breath: when she sat upon the fender again, and, drying her face with her handkerchief, shook her head for a long time, without otherwise moving, and without breaking silence.

‘My country rounds,’ she added at length, ‘brought me to Norwich,