Identifier: saracreweorwhathburnett (find matches)
Title: Sara Crewe; or, What happened at Miss Minchin's
Year: 1888 (1880s)
Authors: Burnett, Frances Hodgson, 1849-1924
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Publisher: New York C. Scribner's sons
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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r spoke to him quickly, and theIndian Gentleman turned and looked at her curiously. Andafterward the Lascar always greeted her with salaams of themost profound description. And occasionally they exchangeda few words. She learned that it was true that the Sahibwas very rich—that he was ill—and also that he had no wifenor children, and that England did not agree with themonkey. He must be as lonely as I am, thought Sara. Beingrich does not seem to make him happy. That evening, as she passed the windows, the Lascarwas closing the shutters, and she caught a glimpse of theroom inside. There was a bright fire glowing in the grate,and the Indian Gentleman was sitting before it, in a luxuri-ous chair. The room was richly furnished, and looked de-lightfully comfortable, but the Indian Gentleman sat with hishead resting on his hand, and looked as lonely and unhappyas ever. Poor man ! said Sara ; I wonder what you are suppos-ing ? When she went into the house she met Miss Minchin inthe hall.
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1 HE WAS WAITING FOR HIS MASTER TO COME OUT TO THE CARRIAGE, AND SARA STOPPED AND SPOKE A FEW WORDS TO HIM. WHAT HAPPENED AT MISS MINCHINS. 51 Where have you wasted your time ? said Miss Min-chin. You have been out for hours ! u It was so wet and muddy, Sara answered. It washard to walk, because my shoes were so bad and slippedabout so. Make no excuses, said Miss Minchin, and tell no false-hoods. Sara went downstairs to the kitchen. Why didnt you stay all night ? said the cook. Here are the things, said Sara, and laid her purchaseson the table. The cook looked over them, grumbling. She was in avery bad temper indeed. May I have something to eat ? Sara asked ratherfaintly. Teas over and done with, was the answer. Did youexpect me to keep it hot for you ? Sara was silent a second. I had no dinner, she said, and her voice was quite low.She made it low, because she was afraid it would tremble. Theres some bread in the pantry, said the cook. Thats all youll get at this time of day. Sara we

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