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Charlotte went home that Monday looking fagged and unlike herself. Her mother met her as she was going into the school-room, her arms loaded with books.
"My dear, is that you? " said Mrs Waldron. "I did not hear you come in. What a dull, dreary day it is! You have not got wet, I hope?"