The Golden Calf by M. E. (Mary Elizabeth) Braddon
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in receiving a gift from the hands of Miss Pew, who has done all she
could do to make me feel the disadvantages of my position, from the day I first entered her house to the day I last left it? The prizes gave me no pleasure. They have no value in my mind, except as an evidence that I have made the most of my opportunities at Mauleverer, in spite of my contempt for my schoolmistress.' 'You dislike her intensely, I see.' 'She has made me dislike her. I never knew unkindness till I knew her. I never felt the sting of poverty till she made me feel all its sharpness. I never knew that I was steeped in sinful pride until she humiliated me.' 'Your days of honour and happiness will come, said the doctor, 'days when you will think no more of Miss Pew than of an insect which once stung you.' 'Thank you for the comforting forecast,' answered Ida, lightly. 'But it is easy to prophesy good fortune.' 'Easy, and safe, in such a case as yours. I can sympathize with you better than you may suppose, Miss Palliser. I have had to fight my battle. I was not always Dr. Rylance, of Cavendish Square; and I did not enter a world in which there was a fine estate waiting for me, like the owner of this place.' 'But you have conquered fortune, and by your own talents,' said Ida. 'That must be a proud thought.' Dr. Rylance, who was not utterly without knowledge of himself, smiled at |
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