‘You knew her well, Miss Mary?’ Mrs Ibstock turned at the window. " "Iss, Massa Ireton," replied the black. They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit. Had he come to see her to find if she needed something? No. This was followed by heavy footsteps, and in another moment the dining-room door was flung open. “Where would you like to go? Are you hungry?” “No.
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