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That was long long ago , and now her days were all just alike , as formal and even as the trimly-kept Close outside her door . And she liked them to be so ; any variety or change would have been irksome to her . She liked to know that exactly as eight o'clock sounded from the cathedral Bridget would bring her a cup of tea , would pull up her blind to a certain height , and would remark , `` A fine morning , ma'am , '' or `` A dull morning , '' as the case might be . At eleven o'clock , wet or dry , she would sally forth into the town to do the light part of her marketing and cast a thoughtful eye on the price of vegetables ; after which , girt with a large linen apron , and her head protected by a mob-cap , she would proceed to dust and wash her cherished china . From much loneliness she had formed a habit of talking quietly to herself during these operations ; but no one could have understood her , for she only uttered the fag-ends of her thoughts aloud . The Chinese mandarin which Nancy admired was the object of Miss Unity 's fondest care ; some bygone association was doubtless connected with him , for she seldom failed to utter some husky little sentences of endearment while she lingered over his grotesque person with tender touches of her feather brush . So the day went on .