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"No," she added decisively, as Beatrice made to speak.
Beatrice became malignant. Her eyes explored me with unjustifiable
hostility. "He's got dirty hands," she said, stabbing at the forbidden
fruit. "And there's a fray to his collar."
Then she gave herself up to cake with an appearance of entire
forgetfulness of me that filled me with hate and a passionate desire to
compel her to admire me.... And the next day before tea, I did for the
first time in my life, freely, without command or any compulsion, wash
my hands.
So our acquaintance began, and presently was deepened by a whim of hers.
She had a cold and was kept indoors, and confronted Nannie suddenly with
the alternative of being hopelessly naughty, which in her case involved
a generous amount of screaming unsuitable for the ears of an elderly,
shaky, rich aunt, or having me up to the nursery to play with her all
the afternoon. Nannie came downstairs and borrowed me in a careworn
manner; and I was handed over to the little creature as if I was some
large variety of kitten.


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