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A Fair Fraud A3 house like a servant. What a horrid shame! Why don’t you rebel? 1 would in your place.’ ‘You must remember that I owe every- thing to Uncle John,’ answered Marion, with a heightened colour, for there was a certain justice in Miss Lane's remarks; it was hard that she should have experienced none of the ordinary pleasures of girlhood. ‘I hadu’t a penny in the world, and he gave me a home here.’ ‘Well, he makes you work for your home pretty hard. I hope they pay you well?’ ‘Oh, Miss Lane!’ ‘What! Are you shocked? Ought I not to ask that question? Surely you are paid for what you do?’ ‘I have never thought of such a thing!’ cried Marion, indignantly. ‘My uncle and aunt adopted me. I owe them everything. You might as well expect Mrs Lane to pay you for any little filial offices you may do for her.’ Hetty laughed—a hard little langh—as it seemed to Marion. ‘Ah, that is quite different. Mamma and I understand each other perfectly, and | generally end by doing exactly as I like. Besides, I get lots of fun out of my life, and you get none—you poor little thing!’ That was quite true, and Marion looked GOMMGIOO oO C' Q)