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"I am almost a scullery maid, and if I am a scullery maid who knows nothing, I shall be like poor Becky.
"You see," he explained, "I consider that a man's brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose.
"Suppose it was a magic bun," she said, "and a bite was as much as a whole dinner.
The dog continued to lie stretched upon the cushion, breathing in a laboured way, but apparently neither the better nor the worse for its draught.
