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280 for the sake of ordering me to leave it the next moment."

"Are you not Mrs. Clarke's servant?" was his abrupt question. "I am with Mrs. Clarke." "It is all the same; servants are not allowed to eat in the large dining-room. Here, this way; you must take your dinner in the servants' hall." Hungry and humiliated as I was, I was willing to follow to any place to get my dinner, for I had been riding all day, and had not tasted a mouthful since early morning. On reaching the servants' hall we found the door of the room locked. The waiter left me standing in the passage while he went to inform the clerk of the fact. In a few minutes the obsequious clerk came blustering down the hall: "Did you come out of the street, or from Mrs. Clarke's room?" "From Mrs. Clarke's room," I meekly answered.