‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. Attempts were made upon the door of the Lodge; but it was too strong to be forced. “Forgive my coming in,” she said to Ennison. Women who Dids, and all that kind of thing. At the back of her mind there seemed always one irrelevant qualifying spectator whose presence she sought to disregard. "Where can I hide myself?" he added, glancing round the room in search of a closet. And he unsheathed his sword. Her favor was sought beyond all women’s favors. Not with the unavoidable explanations, and the need to secrete the sword and hide it before returning the priest’s horse to its stable—which had been her excuse for running from Martha’s protestations. It’s not you—not a bit. Moreoever, it had cost her a whipping and several days’ imprisonment in her cell on bread and water. It doesn’t matter. You understand.
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