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sacrifice long, as it wanted now barely three months to his departure.
St. John was not a man to be lightly refused: you felt that every
impression made on him, either for pain or pleasure, was deep-graved
and permanent. I consented. When Diana and Mary returned, the former
found her scholar transferred from her to her brother: she laughed,
and both she and Mary agreed that St. John should never have persuaded
them to such a step. He answered quietly-
'I know it.'
I found him a very patient, very forbearing, and yet an exacting
master: he expected me to do a great deal; and when I fulfilled his
expectations, he, in his own way, fully testified his approbation.
By degrees, he acquired a certain influence over me that took away
my liberty of mind: his praise and notice were more restraining than
his indifference. I could no longer talk or laugh freely when he was
by, because a tiresomely importunate instinct reminded me that
vivacity (at least in me) was distasteful to him. I was so fully aware
that only serious moods and occupations were acceptable, that in his
presence every effort to sustain or follow any other became vain: I
fell under a freezing spell. When he said 'go,' I went; 'come,' I
came; 'do this,' I did it. But I did not love my servitude: I
wished, many a time, he had continued to neglect me.
One evening when, at bedtime, his sisters and I stood round him,