"
"I don't wonder that you should be upset," said Miss Macnulty.
"And so unjust, too--so false--so--so--so---They are my own as much as
that umbrella is yours, Miss Macnulty."
"I don't know," said Miss Macnulty.
"But I tell you," said Lizzie.
"What I mean is, that it is such a pity there should be a doubt."
"There is no doubt," said Lizzie; "how dare you say there is a doubt? My
cousin, Mr. Greystock, says that there is not the slightest doubt. He is a
barrister, and must know better than an attorney like that Mr.
Camperdown." By this time they were at the Euston Square station, and then
there was more trouble with the box. The footman struggled with it into
the waiting-room, and the porter struggled with it from the waiting-room
to the carriage. Lizzie could not but look at the porter as he carried it,
and she felt sure that the man had been told of its contents and was
struggling with the express view of adding to her annoyance. The same
thing happened at Carlisle, where the box was carried up into Lizzie's
bedroom by the footman, and where she was convinced that her treasure had
become the subject of conversation for the whole house.
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