She slipped past the servants, her soft roe-skin shoes unheard on the old stone. The loneliness of the place somewhat depressed her. Besides these, there was a sturdylooking fellow, whom he instantly recognised as the honest blacksmith who had freed him from his irons at Tottenham. ‘Kimble, you shouldn’t be here.
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