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 to the warm atmosphere of the house. Nattie well knew that her own willfulness had brought the pain upon her, and this seemed to aggravate its intensity. Bridget would not pity her a bit, but cast the most scathing, disapproving eyes upon her all the afternoon, as she sat in a corner of the kitchen, holding a cloth, moistened with alcohol, to her face.