She had very few clear memories before a particular day in the library, when they had finished one of her first reading lessons. 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. "Ah! you are there, my dear young lady," said the widow, smiling faintly; "when I first waken, I'm always in dread of finding myself again in that horrible asylum. But it would serve. Don’t imagine that. But she could see that Diane watched her more closely now, and in a cat-like way. For whom had its sharp point been intended? Valade? Or perhaps his wife now that the girl had word of their marriage. Their colloquy was ended abruptly by the apparition of Miss Klegg at the further door. . He was vaguely uneasy; he knew not what about. As the day wore on, the crowds diminished,—many who would not submit to the turnkey's demands were sent away ungratified,—and at five o'clock, only two strangers, Mr. ’ Martha got up with a swish of her black habit.
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