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visitor's dress was very plain, and indicated poverty; she wore a long black jacket, untrimmed, a boa of cheap fur, tied at the throat with black ribbon, a hat of grey felt, black cotton gloves. 'No one here?' she asked, seeing the empty kitchen. 'Goodness knows where they all are. I s'pose Dick's at his meeting; but Alice and 'Arry had ought to be back by now. Sit you down to the table, and I'll put on the vegetables; there's no call to wait for them. Only I ain't got the beer.' 'Oh, but I didn't mean to come for supper,' said the girl, whose name was Emma Vine. 'I only ran in to tell you poor Jane's down again with rheumatic fever.' Mrs. Mutimer was holding the frying-pan over the fire, turning the contents over and over with a knife. 'You don't mean that!' she exclaimed, looking over her shoulder. 'Why, it's the fifth time, ain't it?' 'It is indeed, and worse to get through every time. We didn't expect she'd ever be able to walk again last autumn.' 'Dear, dear! what a thing them rheumatics is, to be sure! And you've heard about Dick, haven't you?' 'Heard what?' 'Oh, I thought maybe it had got to you. He's lost his work, that's all.' 'Lost his work?' the girl repeated, with dismay. 'Why?' 'Why? What else had he to expect? 'Tain't likely they'll keep a man as goes about making all his mates discontented and calling his employers names at every street corner. I've been looking for it every week. Yesterday one of the guvnors calls him up and tells him--just in a few civil words--as perhaps it 'ud be better for all parties if he'd find a place where he was more satisfied. "Well an' good," says Dick--you know his way--and there he is.' The girl had seated herself, and listened to this story with downcast eyes. Courage seemed to fail her; she drew a long, quiet sigh. Her face was of the kind that expresses much sweetness in irregular features. Her look was very honest and gentle, with pathetic meanings for whoso had the eye to catch them; a peculiar mobility of the lips somehow made one think that she had often to exert herself to keep down tears. She spoke in a subdued voice, always briefly, and with a certain natural refinement in the use of uncultured language. When Mrs. Mutimer ceased, Emma kept silence, and smoothed the front of her jacket with an unconscious movement of the hand. Mrs. Mutimer glanced at her and showed commiseration. 'Well, well, don't you worrit about it, Emma,' she sai
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