'
'It is a puzzle indeed,' said Helen; 'I mean as far as regards
Harriet and Lucy.'
'Not really, Helen,' said Elizabeth; 'it is only a failure in story
book justice. Lucy is too noble a creature to be rewarded in a
story-book fashion; and as for Harriet, impunity like hers is in
reality a greater punishment than all the reproof in the world.'
'How could she sit by and listen to all that Papa and Mrs. Hazleby
were saying?' said Helen.
'How could she bear the glance of Papa's eye?' said Elizabeth; 'did
you watch it? I thought I never saw it look so stern, and yet that
contemptible creature sat under it as contentedly as possible. Oh!
it made me quite sick to watch her.'
Are you quite sure that she knew whether my uncle was aware of her
share in the matter?' said Anne.
'She must have seen it in that glance, or have been the most
insensible creature upon earth,' said Elizabeth.
'Ah!' said Anne, 'I have some notion what that eye of your Papa's can
be.'
'You, Anne?' said Elizabeth; 'you do not mean that you could ever
have done anything to make him look at you in that way?'
'Indeed I have,' said Anne; 'do not you remember?'
'No, indeed,' said Elizabeth.
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