“He must never know,” she would whisper to herself, “he must never know. He will be here in a moment or so, and you will then learn his determination. “I have never forgotten. "My little fancy man's quite as fond of me as of you, Bess. 54 \"Yes?\" \"No one says 'Oh my word' anymore. 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.
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