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CHAPTER ONE

"You know Catherine won't allow that," he answered.
" Catherine! Catherine! Everything revolves round Catherine."
" You are jealous of her," he said. "She is not too unpleasant at times."
" You say that because you are a man. She is always nice to men. Heaven knows why Father does not see through the way she makes eyes and postures at them. Not that I care, but when I remember how gentle and dignified our mother was and I see Catherine sitting in her chair, lying in her bed and running her house, it makes me sick."
The girl's voice broke suddenly. She put up her hands to her eyes.
" Poor Lizbeth," Francis commiserated. "Do you still miss Mother so much? 'Tis four years now since she died."
" Yes, four years, and Catherine has been with us for two of them," Lizbeth answered in a bitter voice ; then she took her fingers away from her eyes and wiped away the tears that hung on her long dark lashes.
" It is no use crying, I know that," she said. "What can't be cured must be endured. Wasn't it Nanna who used to say that when we were children? 'Tis true enough. One can fight and struggle for things which are obtainable, but it is no use doing any of those things when people are dead. Nothing we can do can bring them back."
" Oh, Lizbeth, you torture yourself," Francis said. "You have always been the same. You feel things too much. Let life take its course. It is no use fighting Catherine and it is no use fighting Father. Not openly, anyway. Just take things as they come. That's what I try to do."
He sighed as if he confessed his failure.
" Yes, I know," Lizbeth exclaimed impatiently, "but where does it get you? Mother always used to say you ought to have been a girl and I ought to have been a boy. That is why she asked me to look after you before she died. She didn't ask you to look after me."
" She knew you could do it very well for yourself. I'm lazy, Lizbeth, and I hate rows. I do everything I can to avoid them.

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