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'And why do you dislike her so very much?' I asked.
Cousin Monica leaned back in her chair, and searched the cornice from
corner to corner with upturned eyes for the reason, and at last laughed a
little, amused at herself.
'Well, really, it is not easy to define, and, perhaps, it is not quite
charitable; but I know I hate her, and I know, you little hypocrite, you
hate her as much as I;' and we both laughed a little.
'But you must tell me all you know of her history.'
'Her history?' echoed she. 'I really know next to nothing about it; only
that I used to see her sometimes about the place that Georgina mentions,
and there were some unpleasant things said about her; but you know they may
be all lies. The worst I _know_ of her is her treatment of you, and her
robbing the desk'--(Cousin Monica always called it her _robbery_)--'and I
think that's enough to hang her. Suppose we go out for a walk?'
So together we went, and I resumed about Madame; but no more could I
extract--perhaps there was not much more to hear.
CHAPTER XXX
_ON THE ROAD_
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