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CERTAINLY Miss Priscilla was disturbed "by ordinary," as Miss Jessy would have said, or she would never have gone up to bed leaving Calista below. Usually she was driven off to her room with about as much ceremony as a cow dismissed to her night's lodging. While she was setting back her chair, and wondering whether she ought to go round and see to the fastenings of doors and windows-a ceremony usually performed by Miss Druett with great care and minuteness-Miss Druett herself entered the room. She looked pale and tired, and Calista thought she had been crying, but her eyes were as bright and her lips as firm and resolute as ever.
"So you are here alone! " said she. "I heard Priscilla in her room, and I thought I would come down and see to the fastenings."