the last supper

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not at first appear to notice me: she was quite a child, perhaps seven
or eight years old, slightly built, with a pale, small-featured
face, and a redundancy of hair falling in curls to her waist.
'Good morning, Miss Adela,' said Mrs. Fairfax. 'Come and speak to
the lady who is to teach you, and to make you a clever woman some
day.' She approached.
'C'est la ma gouvernante!' said she, pointing to me, and addressing
her nurse; who answered-
'Mais oui, certainement.'
'Are they foreigners?' I inquired, amazed at hearing the French
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language.
'The nurse is a foreigner, and Adela was born on the Continent;
and, I believe, never left it till within six months ago. When she
first came here she could speak no English; now she can make shift
to talk it a little: I don't understand her, she mixes it so with
French; but you will make out her meaning very well, I daresay.'
Fortunately I had had the advantage of being taught French by a
French lady; and as I had always made a point of conversing with
Madame Pierrot as often as I could, and had besides, during the last the last supper