`` Oh , very well ! '' returned Mrs. Bowes in an offended tone . `` It was for your own good I spoke . You know best , I suppose . If you do n't care , I do n't know that anyone else need . '' Estella went about her work like one in a dream . A great hatred had sprung up in her heart against Vivienne LeMar . The simple-hearted country girl felt almost murderous . The whole day seemed like a nightmare to her . When night came she dressed herself with feverish care , for she could not quell the hope that Spencer would surely come again . But he did not ; and when she went up to bed , it did not seem as if she could live through the night . She lay staring wide-eyed through the darkness until dawn . She wished that she might cry , but no tears came to her relief . Next day she went to work with furious energy . When her usual tasks were done , she ransacked the house for other employment . She was afraid if she stopped work for a moment she would go mad . Mrs. Bowes watched her with a grim pity . At night she walked to prayer meeting in the schoolhouse a mile away . She always went , and Spencer was generally on hand to see her home . He was not there tonight .
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