"Hear the letter," said Ireton, breaking the seal. "The poor things!" The manager laughed. Her loneliness was consuming, Lucia. 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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