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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. Amongst others, a person near the door, roused by the shriek, observed a man make his exit with the utmost precipitation. " "I'm not afraid, mother," said the little girl, smelling at the bouquet. The aunt rushed over to her nephew, knelt and wrapped him in her arms. " "And what are you going to do with her, supposing I'm fool enough to take this boy with me?" "Send her to my people, in case she cannot find her aunt. Our heads swim with the thought of being together. But you will stay here?" "I dare not. " "At least state your charge.
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