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[Nadeau <by...@be...>]

M cost her much; and it was the intellectual exercise, the delicate
fancy work of her brain, a matter of enormous consequence, that she
neglected. Not knowing that "_If a man love the labour of any trade,
apart from any question of success or fame, the gods have called him_,"
she made the fitting of herself for the work of her life her last
exercise at the tired end of the day. She rose early and went to bed
late in order to gain a little more time to write, but never suspected
that her delight in the effort to find expression for what was in her
mind of itself proclaimed her one of the elect. When she had finished
her embroidery, she despatched it secretly to the depot in London; but
then she found that she would have to pay a small subscription before
she could have it sold there, and she had no money. She wrote boldly to
the secretary and told her so, and asked if the subscription could not
be paid out of the price she got for her work. The secretary replied
that it was contrary to the rules, but the committee thought that such
an artistically beautiful design as hers was sure to be snapped up
directly, and they had therefore decided to make an exception in her
case. While these letters were going backwards and forwards, Beth
suffered agonies of