asked Felix eagerly , his desire to melt his too solid flesh overcoming his dread and shame . `` No , I do n't like being second fiddle , '' answered Peg with a crafty smile . `` Sara , you 're too scrawny and pale -- not much like your ma . I knew her well . She was counted a beauty , but she made no great things of a match . Your father had some money but he was a tramp like meself . Where is he now ? '' `` In Rome , '' said the Story Girl rather shortly . `` People thought your ma was crazy when she took him . But she 'd a right to please herself . Folks is too ready to call other folks crazy . There 's people who say I 'M not in my right mind . Did yez ever '' -- Peg fixed Felicity with a piercing glance -- `` hear anything so ridiculous ? '' `` Never , '' said Felicity , white to the lips . `` I wish everybody was as sane as I am , '' said Peg scornfully . Then she looked poor Felicity over critically . `` You 're good-looking but proud . And your complexion wo n't wear . It 'll be like your ma 's yet -- too much red in it . '' `` Well , that 's better than being the colour of mud , '' muttered Peter , who was n't going to hear his lady traduced , even by a witch .
All the thanks he got was a furious look from Felicity , but XXXXX had not heard him and now she turned her attention to Cecily .
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