The
owner was at the door unhooking a few articles of wearing apparel which he had
exposed outside for sale. Here he found another strong door, making the fifth he had encountered. I haven’t taken much account of it until now. She
had known that Remenham House would be deserted, for Martha—released, as
she had carefully explained to her charge, by her vows to God from servitude
and obedience to Nicholas Charvill, a mere mortal—had begun a
correspondence with a friend of her youth, Mrs Joan Ibstock, née Pottiswick. . ” She
replied dryly. The parlour was cluttered but cosy. She hung about his chair, followed
him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce
the words which refused to rise to her tongue.
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