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Cranford
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Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
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When
Lady
Glenmire
came,
we
almost
felt
jealous
of
her.
Mrs
Jamieson’s
house
had
really
been
attacked;
at
least
there
were
men’s
footsteps
to
be
seen
on
the
flower
borders,
underneath
the
kitchen
windows,
“where
nae
men
should
be;”
and
Carlo
had
barked
all
through
the
night
as
if
strangers
were
abroad.
Mrs
Jamieson
had
been
awakened
by
Lady
Glenmire,
and
they
had
rung
the
bell
which
communicated
with
Mr
Mulliner’s
room
in
the
third
storey,
and
when
his
night-capped
head
had
appeared
over
the
bannisters,
in
answer
to
the
summons,
they
had
told
him
of
their
alarm,
and
the
reasons
for
it;
whereupon
he
retreated
into
his
bedroom,
and
locked
the
door
(for
fear
of
draughts,
as
he
informed
them
in
the
morning),
and
opened
the
window,
and
called
out
valiantly
to
say,
if
the
supposed
robbers
would
come
to
him
he
would
fight
them;
but,
as
Lady
Glenmire
observed,
that
was
but
poor
comfort,
since
they
would
have
to
pass
by
Mrs
Jamieson’s
room
and
her
own
before
they
could
reach
him,
and
must
be
of
a
very
pugnacious
disposition
indeed
if
they
neglected
the
opportunities
of
robbery
presented
by
the
unguarded
lower
storeys,
to
go
up
to
a
garret,
and
there
force
a
door
in
order
to
get
at
the
champion
of
the
house.
Lady
Glenmire,
after
waiting
and
listening
for
some
time
in
the
drawing-room,
had
proposed
to
Mrs
Jamieson
that
they
should
go
to
bed;
but
that
lady
said
she
should
not
feel
comfortable
unless
she
sat
up
and
watched;
and,
accordingly,
she
packed
herself
warmly
up
on
the
sofa,
where
she
was
found
by
the
housemaid,
when
she
came
into
the
room
at
six
o’clock,
fast
asleep;
but
Lady
Glenmire
went
to
bed,
and
kept
awake
all
night.
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