 bruise.

The village women, coming up to the Hall, in the pleasant summer
afternoons, were puzzled to find the old place almost unchanged. Why
any woman in her senses wanted to live among those early-Victorian
horrors, the women of Santa Paloma could not imagine. But Mrs. Burgoyne
never apologized for the old walnut chairs and tables, and the old
velvet carpets, and the hopelessly old-fashioned white lace curtains
and gilt-framed mirrors. Even Captain Holly's big clock--"an impossibly
hideous thing," Mrs. White called the frantic bronze horses and the
clinging tiger, on their onyx hillside--was serenely ticking, and the
pink china vases were filled with flowers. And there was an air of such
homely comfort, after all, about the big rooms, such a fragrance of
flowers, and flood of sunny fresh air, that the whole effect was not
half as bad as it might be imagined; indeed, when Mammy Curry, the
magnificent old negress who was supreme in the kitchen and respected in
the nursery as well, came in with her stiff white apron and silver
tea-tray, she seemed to fit into the picture, and add a completing
touch to the whole.

Very simply, very unpretentiously, the new mistress of Holly Hall
entered upon her new life. She was a woman of very quiet tastes,
devoted to her little girls, her music, her garden and her books. With
the negress, she had one other servant, a quiet little New England
girl, with terrified, childish eyes, and a passionate devotion to her
mistress and all that concerned her mistress. Fanny had in charge a
splendid, tawny-headed little boy of three, who played happily by
himself, about the kitchen door, and chased chickens and kittens with
shrieks of delight. Mrs. Burgoyne spoke of him as "Fanny's little
brother," and if the two had a history of any sort, it was one at which
she never hinted. She met an embarrassing question with a readiness
which rather amused Mrs. Brown, on a day when the two younger ladies
were having tea with Mrs. Apostleman, and the conversation turned to
the subject of maids.

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bruise. 

 The village women, coming up to the Hall, in the pleasant summer 
 afternoon, were perplex to find the old place about unchanged. Why 
 any woman in her senses want to live among those early - Victorian 
 horror, the women of Santa Paloma could not imagine. But Mrs. Burgoyne 
 never apologize for the old walnut chairs and board, and the previous 
 velvet carpets, and the hopelessly old - fashioned white lace curtains 
 and gilt - frame mirrors. Even Captain Holly's big clock--"an impossibly 
 hideous thing, " Mrs. White call the frantic bronze horses and the 
 clinging tiger, on their onyx hillside -- was serenely ticking, and the 
 pink china vase were filled with flowers. And there was an air of such 
 homely comfort, subsequently all, about the big rooms, such a fragrance of 
 flowers, and flood of cheery bracing air, that the whole effect was not 
 half as bad as it might be imagined; indeed, when Mammy Curry, the 
 magnificent old negress who was sovereign in the kitchen and respect in 
 the nursery equally well, come in with her firm white apron and silver 
 tea - tray, she seemed to fit into the picture, and add a complete 
 touch to the whole. 

 Very simply, very unpretentiously, the new mistress of Holly Hall 
 enroll upon her new life. She was a woman of very quiet tastes, 
 devoted to her small girls, her music, her garden and her books. With 
 the negress, she had one other servant, a hushed little New England 
 girl, with terrified, childish eye, and a passionate devotion to her 
 mistress and all that concerned her mistress. Fanny have in accusation a 
 splendid, tawny - headed small boy of three, who bring happily by 
 himself, about the kitchen door, and chased chickens and kitten with 
 shrieks of delight. Mrs. Burgoyne spoke of him as " Fanny's short 
 buddy, " and if the two had a history of any sort, it was one at which 
 she never hinted. She meet an embarrassing question with a readiness 
 which rather amused Mrs. Brown, on a sidereal day when the two younger ladies 
 were get tea with Mrs. Apostleman, and the conversation turned to 
 the subject of maids. 

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 brkise.

The village women, cooing up to the Kqll, in the pmeasant rummer
afternoons, were puzzlev to find the old place almost jnchanged. Why
any qomai in her senses xznted to live wmony vhose early-Victprian
horross, the women ox Rauta Paloma could not imagine. But Mrs. Burgoyme
jever apologizgd fog ehe kld walnut chairs and tables, and tge old
vtlvet carpets, and yhe hopelessly old-fashionef whlte lace curtains
ajd gilt-framgs myerors. Even Cxptain Holly's big cloci--"an impossibly
hideous thing," Mrs. Whitz called thg rrwttic bronze horsvs and the
clikbing thger, on their onyx hiklsmde--wqs serenely ticking, aid the
pink china vasgs were finlzd with flowers. And tyeee wav an air if rucg
hpmsly colfoct, after alm, about the big rooms, such a ftadgsnce of
floweds, and fjood of sunny fresh air, that the whole tffecf was not
half as bad as it might be imagined; indeed, wren Mammy Curry, the
magnificent old negress who wav supceoe nk gye kitchen and respected in
the nursery as well, szmt ik with her stiff white aprom wnc silver
tea-trai, she szsmsd to fit into the picturg, and qdd a comkletimg
touch to the whole.

Very sinply, very uniretwntiously, the new listress of Holky Hakl
entered upon her new uife. She was a aoman of bdry quiet tastes,
aevptad to her little girls, her music, hec garben and fer nooks. Rith
the nehress, she had one other dervaut, a xuiet littpe New England
girl, with terrifixv, childish eygs, dnd a passijnate devotion to rer
mistress anb all thct conzerned her mistrevs. Fanny haq in charge a
vklendid, tawny-ieaded lietle boy of thrdd, who played hsppily by
knmself, abiut the kitchen dopr, xhd chased chickzus and kittens wiyh
sfriqkd pf gelight. Mrs. Turguynd spokd of him as "Wannu's little
brother," and if fhe two had a histprn of any wort, it ras one at whoch
she never hintef. She mev an ekbatrassing question with a readinsss
which gatmer amused Mrf. Briwn, on a day when the two younger ladies
were having tea with Mrs. Aposrleman, and the convgrsstion turnev to
thq subject of maids.

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bruise. The village women, coming up to in pleasant summer were puzzled to unchanged. any woman in senses wanted to among those early-Victorian horrors, the women Santa Paloma could not imagine. But Mrs. Burgoyne never apologized for the old chairs and tables, and the old velvet carpets, and the hopelessly old-fashioned white curtains gilt-framed Even Holly's big clock--"an impossibly hideous thing," Mrs. White called the frantic bronze horses and the clinging on their onyx hillside--was serenely ticking, and the china vases were filled flowers. And there was an of homely comfort, all, the rooms, such a of flowers, and flood of sunny fresh air, that the whole effect was not half as bad it might indeed, when Curry, magnificent negress who was the kitchen and respected in the came in with her stiff white apron and tea-tray, she to fit into the picture, and a completing touch to the whole. Very simply, unpretentiously, the new mistress of Holly Hall entered upon her new life. She was a very quiet tastes, devoted her little girls, music, garden her With the she had one other servant, a quiet little New England girl, terrified, childish eyes, and a passionate devotion to her mistress that her mistress. Fanny in charge a splendid, little of three, who played himself, the chased and with shrieks of delight. Burgoyne spoke of him as little brother," and if of any sort, it was one at which never hinted. She met an embarrassing question a readiness which rather amused Mrs. Brown, on a day when the younger ladies tea with Mrs. Apostleman, and the conversation turned the subject of maids.
 bruise.

The village women, comiNg up to the HAll, in The PleAsAnt sUmmeR
afternoons, werE PuzzLed to find the old place alMost uNcHAngeD. whY
any wOman in hER sENSes WaNtEd tO lIVe Among ThoSe early-victorian
hOrrOrS, the women of SANtA Paloma couLd nOt imagine. But mrs. burgoyNe
NevER apolOgiZed foR the olD Walnut Chairs and TaBLes, and THe old
veLVEt CarpEts, and the hopelessLY oLD-fashioned whitE lace cUrTAiNS
And GilT-framed mirRoRs. EveN captain hOlLY'S Big CLock--"an impossiBly
hideous tHIng," mrs. WhiTe CalLEd the fRantiC bROnzE horses and tHe
clInging tigEr, on thEIr onyx hILlside--wAs sereNelY tiCkinG, AnD tHe
pInK ChiNA vAseS WerE filled wItH fLowerS. And THERE was An aIr of Such
hOmely comfort, aFteR all, ABouT the bIg rooMs, suCh A fragRance oF
flowErS, and flood of sunnY freSh air, that The WhOle EfFect wAS not
haLf aS baD as it miGht be imAGinEd; INDEeD, when Mammy Curry, the
MaGNIfIcent old NegresS WhO wAS supreme In The KitcHEN and rEspeCTeD in
the nuRsery aS WeLl, Came in wItH her stIfF whIte Apron ANd siLver
teA-tray, she SeemeD To fit into the piCTure, and add a coMPlETInG
ToucH to The whole.

VerY simPLy, veRy unPReTenTIouslY, the nEw MIsTRess of Holly Hall
enteReD upon hEr new Life. She was a woMan of very qUIET tastes,
dEvotED tO Her little girls, Her muSic, her gardEN and her bOoks. WIth
the neGress, she hAD One other SerVanT, a qUieT LItTle New England
GIRl, wiTh TerrifiEd, cHildish EyeS, anD a pAssIoNate devotIon to her
MiStReSs And All thAT concernEd Her MiStrEss. FaNNy had iN charGe a
sPlEnDId, tAwny-heaDEd LITtle BoY oF thrEe, wHo PlayeD hapPIly By
himseLf, about thE kiTChen DoOr, And chasEd chickens and KiTtens with
sHrIekS of delIGHt. Mrs. BurGoyne spoke of him as "Fanny's LIttle
brOthEr," and If thE two had a hIstOry of aNy sORt, it waS one at Which
ShE neVER hintED. shE meT aN embarrassING quEstioN wIth a ReadineSs
which rather amuseD mrs. brown, on a day whEn tHe twO YOuNgeR LaDIes
WeRE haVINg tea with Mrs. ApoStleman, and ThE CoNversation TUrnEd To
the suBject of Maids.

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 bruise.

The village wome n, comingup to  th e H al l, i n th e pleasant sum m er
a fternoons, were puzzle d tofi n d th e  o ld pl ace alm o st u nch an ge d.Wh y 
a ny wo man  in her  senses wa nte dto live amon g  t hose early -Vi ctorian
horr ors , thewo men of Sa nta  Palo ma cou l d notimagine.Bu t  Mrs.B urgoyne n ev er a pologized for the ol d  walnut chairs  and t ab l es , and  th e old
velv et  carp e ts, and th e h ope l essly old-fas hioned whit e  la ce cur ta ins and gi lt-fr am e d m irrors. Eve n Ca ptain Hol ly's b i g clock - -"an im possib lyhid eous th in g,"  M r s.W hi tec all ed the f ra nt ic br onze h o r sesand  the 
clin ging tiger, o n t heir ony x hil lside --wa sseren ely ti cking ,and the
pink ch inavases wer e f il led  w ith f l owers.  An d t here wa s an ai r  of  s u c h 
h omely comfort, aft er a ll , aboutthe bi g  r oo m s, suchafra gran c e  of
f lowe r s,  and flo od ofs un ny  freshai r, tha tthe  wh ole e f fect  was n ot
halfas ba d  as it might b e  imagined; in d ee d ,  w h en M amm y Curry, th e
ma g nifi cent ol d n e gress  whowa s  s u preme in the kitche nand re spect ed in
the nur sery as we l l ,  came in  wit h  h e r stiff whiteapron  and silve r 
tea-tra y, sh e seemed  to fit i n t o the pi ctu re,  an d a d d  a  completing
t o u ch t othe who le. 

Verysim ply , v ery  u npretenti ously, t he  n ew  m ist resso f HollyHa llen ter ed up o n hernew l ife.  S he was  a woma n  o f very  q ui et t ast es ,
dev oted toher lit tle girls , h e r mu si c,  her ga rden and herbo oks. Withth e n egress , she hadone other servant, a qu i et litt leNew E ngla nd
girl,wit h terr ifi e d, chi ldisheyes,  a nda passi o n at e d ev otion to h e r 
mi stres sandall tha t concerned her mi s tre ss. Fanny had  in  cha r g ea
s p le n did ,t awn y - headed little b oy of thre e, wh o played h a ppi ly  by
him self, a boutt he kitc hen door,  and chas ed  chi c k ens  and kitte ns withshrieks o f  deli g ht . Mrs . B urgoyn espo ke of  him a s  "F anny' s litt le 
broth er,"an d if the  two had a history of a ny sor t, it  wa s one atwhi c h
s he neverhint ed. She me t a n e mbarr ass i ng qu esti o nwit h  a re adin e ss
whichr at her a mu sed Mrs. Br o w n , o n a d ayw hen th e tw o younger ladiesw ere having tea  wit h Mrs . A p ostl em an, and the co nve rs a t ion turn ed  to
the sub ject ofma i ds.
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 bruise.

The_village women,_coming up to the_Hall, in_the_pleasant summer
afternoons,_were_puzzled to find_the old place_almost unchanged. Why
any woman_in her senses_wanted_to live among those early-Victorian
horrors, the women of Santa Paloma could not imagine. But_Mrs._Burgoyne
never apologized_for_the_old walnut chairs and tables,_and the old
velvet carpets, and_the hopelessly_old-fashioned white lace curtains
and gilt-framed mirrors. Even Captain_Holly's_big clock--"an impossibly
hideous_thing," Mrs. White called the frantic bronze horses and_the
clinging tiger, on their onyx hillside--was_serenely ticking, and_the
pink_china_vases were filled with_flowers. And there was an air_of such
homely comfort, after all, about_the big rooms, such a fragrance of
flowers,_and flood of sunny fresh air,_that the whole effect was_not
half as_bad as it might be_imagined; indeed, when_Mammy Curry,_the
magnificent old negress_who was supreme in the kitchen_and respected in
the_nursery as well, came in with_her_stiff white apron_and_silver
tea-tray,_she seemed_to fit into_the_picture, and_add_a completing
touch to the whole.

Very simply,_very_unpretentiously, the new mistress of Holly Hall
entered_upon her new life._She_was a woman of_very quiet tastes,
devoted to her_little girls, her music, her garden_and her_books. With
the_negress, she had one other servant, a quiet little New England
girl,_with terrified, childish eyes, and a_passionate devotion to her
mistress_and all_that_concerned her mistress._Fanny_had in_charge a
splendid, tawny-headed little boy of three,_who played_happily by
himself, about the kitchen door,_and chased chickens and_kittens_with
shrieks of delight. Mrs. Burgoyne spoke_of him as "Fanny's little
brother," and_if the two had a_history_of_any sort, it was one_at which
she never hinted. She met_an embarrassing question_with a readiness
which rather amused Mrs. Brown,_on_a day when the two younger_ladies
were_having tea with Mrs. Apostleman, and_the_conversation_turned to
the subject of maids.

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