Now I'm going in to tell Bates, and then I shall go back and bring her to book.

I don't know what she may be up to in Chellaston, but she must be found." "Many people do think her handsome, Mr.Trenholme," said Sophia, for she knew now who it was; "and she is certainly not--the sort of--" "Do you mean to say you know her ?" "Yes, I know her quite well.

I had something to do with bringing her to Chellaston.

I never knew till this moment that she was the girl you and Mr.Bates have been seeking, and indeed--" She stopped, confused, for, although it had flashed on her for the first time that what she knew of Eliza's history tallied with his story, she could not make it all match, and then she perceived that no doubt it was in the Harmon house that Eliza had so faithfully sought the letters now held in her own hand.
"Really," she continued, "you mustn't go to work with this girl in the summary manner you suggest.

I know her too well to think anything could be gained by that.