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'Yes,' said my mother, faintly. ¡¡¡¡'Miss Trotwood,' said the visitor. 'You have heard of her, I dare say?' ¡¡¡¡My mother answered she had had that pleasure. And she had a disagreeable consciousness of not appearing to imply that it had been an overpowering pleasure. ¡¡¡¡'Now you see her,' said Miss Betsey. My mother bent her head, and begged her to walk in.
¡¡They went into the parlour my mother had come from, the fire in the best room on the other side of the passage not being lighted - not having been lighted, indeed, since my father's funeral; and when they were both seated, and Miss Betsey said nothing, my mother, after vainly trying to restrain herself, began to cry. 'Oh tut, tut, tut!' said Miss Betsey, in a hurry. 'Don't do that! Come, come!' ¡¡¡¡My mother couldn't help it notwithstanding, so she cried until she had had her cry out.