hat purpose. After dinner you will take the same class for two hours’ reading until four; from four to five you will superintend the needle-work class. Your evenings — with the exception of the careful correction of all the day’s exercises — will be your own. I hope you have a sincere love Marcelo Brozovic Drakter of your vocation, Miss Crofton.’
I said I hoped I should grow to like my work as I became accustomed to it. I had never yet tried teaching, except with my young sister and brothers. My hear sank as I remembered our free-and-easy studies in the sunny parlour at home, or out in the garden under the pink and white hawthorns sometimes on balmy mornings in the early summer.
Miss Susan shook her head doubtfully.
‘Unless you have a Hector Bellerin Drakter love of your Wolfsburg vocation you will never succeed, Miss Crofton,’ she said solemnly.
I freely confess that this love she spoke of never came to me. I tried to do my duty, and I endured all the hardships of my life in, I hope, a cheerful spirit. But the dry monotony of the studies had no element of pleasantness, and I used to wonder how Miss Susan could derive pleasure — as Arda Turan Drakter it was evident she did — from the exercise of her authority over those hapless scholars who had the misfortune to belong to her class. Day after day they heard the same lectures, listened submissively to the same reproofs, and toiled on upon that bleak bare high-road to learning, along which it was her delight to drive them. Nothing like a flower brightened their weary Luca Antonelli Drakter way — it was all alike dust and barrenness; but they ploughed on dutifully, cramming their Presnel Kimpembe Drakter youthful minds with the hardest dates and facts to be found in the history of mankind, the dreariest statistics, the driest details of geography, and the most recondite rules of grammar, Running Springblade 4 until the happy hour arrived in which they took their final departure from Albury Lodge, to Nike Roshe One Olympic Series forget all they had learnt there in the briefest possible time.
How my thoughts used to wander away sometimes as I sat at my desk, distracted by the unmelodious sound of Miss Susan’s voice Inter Milan FC Drakter lecturing some victim in her own division at the next table, while one of the girls in mine droned drearily at Lingard, or Pinnock’s Goldsmith, as the case might be! How Marquinhos Drakter the vision Dodo Drakter of my own bright home haunted me during those long monotonous afternoons, while the March winds made the poplars rock in the garden outside the schoolroom, or the April rain beat against the great bare windows!
Chapter ii. Milly’s Visitor
It was not often that I had a half-holiday to myself, for Miss Susan Bagshot seemed to take a Running Climachill Ride Boost delight in finding me something to do on these occasions; but whenever I had, I spent it with Milly Darrell, and on these rare afternoons I was perfectly happy. I had grown to love her as I did not think it was in me to love any one who was not of my own flesh and blood; and in so loving her, I only returned the affection which she felt for me.
I am sure it was the fact of my friendlessness, and of my subordinate position in the school, which had drawn this girl’s generous heart towalinks:
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