I think that you might break Martin’s heart if you don’t. She had never before heard the noise of firecrackers, and in the beginning the sputtering racket caused her to wince. Perhaps Ferringhall has pensioned her off. The windows were grated, the doors barred; each room had the name as well as the appearance of a cell; and the very porter who stood at the gate, habited like a jailer, with his huge bunch of keys at his girdle, his forbidding countenance and surly demeanour seemed to be borrowed from Newgate. She could not go to him with a preachment against strong drink; she knew from experience that such a plan would be wasted effort. I set myself to find employment. Manning,” she said, “for a time—Will you tell no one? Will you keep this—our secret? I’m doubtful—Will you please not even tell my aunt?” “As you will,” he said.
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