"I thought
he had a daughter."
"But she is no burthen to him. The sister of Mr Trafford is
the Superior of the convent here, and she took Sybil when her
mother died, and brought her up."
"Oh! then she is a nun?"
"Not yet; but I dare say it will end in it."
"Well, I think I would even sooner starve," said his wife,
"than my children should be nuns."
At this moment there was a knocking at the door. Warner
descended from his loom and opened it.
"Lives Philip Warner here?" enquired a clear voice of peculiar
sweetness.
"My name is Warner."
"I come from Walter Gerard," continued the voice. "Your
letter reached him only last night. The girl at whose house
your daughter left it has quitted this week past Mr Trafford's
factory."
"Pray enter."
And there entered SYBIL.
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"Your wife is ill?" said Sybil.
"Very!" replied Warner's wife. "Our daughter has behaved
infamously to us. She has quitted us without saying by your
leave or with your leave. And her wages were almost the only
thing left to us; for Philip is not like Walter Gerard you
see: he cannot earn two pounds a-week, though why he cannot I
never could understand.
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