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Arbe, those were her instructions: carry them back!'—I declare I don't know how I could be angry with her, she did it with such an elegant toss! But it was not right: it could not be right: so I was angry enough, after the first moment. 'Pray, Miss Sycamore,' said I, 'what have you done for this young lady, to expect that she should do all this for you? Have you got her any place? —Have you procured her any emolument?—Have you given her any pleasure?—Have you done her any honour?'—She had not a word to answer: so she twirled her fingers upon her harp, and sung and played till I was almost ravished again. But I would not give way: so I said, 'Miss Sycamore, if neither pleasure, nor honour, I should be glad to know upon what pretence you lay claim to her Time, her Trouble, her Talents, and her Patience?'"
"O could such a question," cried Ellis, "be put more at large for all the harassed industrious, to all the un-
