“You and Anna,” she said, “seem to have stumbled upon a mare’s nest. ” Lucy tried to ignore her awareness that Mike’s ears had perked up. 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. Above this revolting spot was the female debtor's ward; below it a gloomy cell, called Tangier; and, lower still, the Stone Hold, a most terrible and noisome dungeon, situated underground, and unvisited by a single ray of daylight. I am sorry that I do not know any one in London. ‘Do you think I would do to him as he made a threat to do to me? No.
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