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`` Yes , '' said Miss Tredgold , `` it is badly hurt ; but do n't interrupt , Verena . I am listening to the story of how Pauline burnt her arm . '' `` You sent me to bed at seven o'clock , '' said Pauline , who , now that she had embarked on her narrative , felt emboldened and , strange to say , almost enjoyed herself . `` I could not possibly sleep at seven o'clock , you know ; so , to amuse myself , I tried on my new white dress ; and then I lit a candle , drew down the blinds , and looked at myself in the glass . I was so pleased ! I did look nice ; I felt quite conceited . '' `` You need n't tell me how you felt , Pauline .