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 			<p>“I don’t care who sees me,” sobbed Janey. “You have been enjoying yourself while we have stayed at home, and instead of being pleased to come back, or glad to see us⁠—Oh, how can you be so cold-hearted?” she said with a fresh burst of tears.</p>
 			<p>Here the other side of the question suddenly dawned upon Ursula. She had been enjoying herself while the others stayed at home. It was quite true. Instead of feeling the shock of difference she should have thought of those who had never been so lucky as she was, who had never seen anything out of Carlingford. “Don’t be so foolish, Janey,” she said, “I <em>am</em> glad;⁠—and I have brought you such beautiful presents. But when you do nothing but laugh⁠—”</p>
 			<p>“I am sure I didn’t laugh to hurt. I only laughed for fun!” cried Janey, drying her eyes not without a little indignation; and thus peace was made, for indeed one was dying to tell all that happened, and the other dying to hear. They walked the rest of the way with their heads very close together, so absorbed that the eldest brother, coming out of the gate as they approached, stood looking at them with a smile on his face for some time before they saw him. A slight young man, not very tall, with dark hair, like Ursula’s, and a somewhat anxious expression, in correct English clerical dress.</p>
-			<p>“Has it all begun already?” he said, when they came close up to him, but without perceiving him, Ursula’s face inspired with the pleasure of talking, as Janey’s was with the eager delight of listening. The house was built in the ecclesiastical style, with gables and mullioned windows, which excluded the light, at least, whether or not they inspired passersby with a sense of correct art, as they were intended to do. It was next door to the church, and had a narrow strip of shrubbery in front, planted with somewhat gloomy evergreens. The gate and door stood always open, except when <abbr>Mr.</abbr> May himself, coming or going, closed them momentarily, and it cannot be denied that there were outward and visible signs of a large, somewhat unruly family inside.</p>
+			<p>“Has it all begun already?” he said, when they came close up to him, but without perceiving him, Ursula’s face inspired with the pleasure of talking, as Janey’s was with the eager delight of listening. The house was built in the ecclesiastical style, with gables and mullioned windows, which excluded the light, at least, whether or not they inspired passersby with a sense of correct art, as they were intended to do. It was next door to the church, and had a narrow strip of shrubbery in front, planted with somewhat gloomy evergreens. The gate and door stood always open, except when <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> May himself, coming or going, closed them momentarily, and it cannot be denied that there were outward and visible signs of a large, somewhat unruly family inside.</p>
 			<p>“Oh, Reginald!” cried Ursula. “You have come home!”</p>
 			<p>“Yes⁠—for good,” he said with a half-laugh, half-sigh. “Or for bad⁠—who can tell? At all events, here I am.”</p>
 			<p>“Why should it be for bad?” cried Janey, whose voice was always audible halfway up the street. “Oh, Ursula, something very nice has happened. He is to be warden of the old college, fancy! That <em>is</em> being provided for, papa says; and a beautiful old house.”</p>