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“Oh, I am lonely,” she moaned. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. She had looked up from her seat at the small round table in the centre of the parlour which, together with the wooden armchairs beside the small fireplace, and a sideboard next the single casement, was all the furniture the place afforded. A scene now ensued, highly characteristic of the age, and the occasion. “You are very good,” she said. Girls were instructed to wear white button down shirts and full length black skirts.
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