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    When the woman came in with the breakfast she found Fan lying sobbing on
    her pillow.

    "Oh, that's wrong to cry so," she said, putting the tray on the table and
    coming to the bedside. "Don't take on so, my poor young lady. Things'll
    come right by-and-by. You'll write to your mother and father----"

    "I've no mother and father," said Fan, trying to repress her sobs.

    "Then you'll have brothers and sisters and friends."

    "No, I've got no one. I only had one friend, and she's turned against me,
    and I'm alone. I'm not a young lady; my mother was poorer than you, and I
    must get something to do to make my living."

    This confession was a little shock to the woman, for it spoilt her
    romance, and the result was that her interest in her young lodger
    diminished considerably.

    "Well, it ain't no use taking on, all the same," she said, in a tone
    somewhat less deferential and kind than before. "And it's too bad a day
    for you to go out and look for anything. It's going to snow, I'm
    thinking; so you'd better have your breakfast in bed and stay in to-day."

    Fan took her advice and remained all day in her room, thinking only of
    the strange thing that had happened to her, of the misery of a life with
    no one to love. Mary's image remained persistently in her mind, while the
    bitter wind without made strange noises in the creaking zinc chimney-
    pots, and rattled the window and hurled furious handfuls of mingled dust
    and sleet against the panes. And yet she felt no anger in her heart;
    unspeakable grief and despair precluded anger, and again and again she
    cried, her whole frame convulsed with sobs, and the tears and sobs
    exhausted her body but brought no relief to her mind.

    Next day there was no wind, though it was still intensely cold, with a
    dull grey cloud threatening snow over the whole sky; but it was time for
    her to be up and doing, and she went out to seek for employment. She
    wandered about in a somewhat aimless way, until, in the Ladbroke Grove
    Road, she found a servants' registry-office, and went in to apply for a
    place as nursemaid or nursery-governess. Mary had once told her that she
    was fit for such a place, and there was nothing else she could think of.

    A woman in the office took down her name and address, and promised to
    send for her if she had any applications. She did not know of anyone in
    need of a nursemaid or nursery-governess. "But you can call again to-
    morrow and inquire," she added.

    On the following day she was advised to wait in the office so as to be on
    the spot should anyone call to engage a girl. After waiting for some
    hours the woman began to question her, and finding that she had no
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