She guarded her mother, or at least she had liked to think so. “And yet I do it without compunction. "Tell Mr. Walpole's order to that effect—but not before. Good-bye, for the pressent—ha! ha!" And, laughing loudly at his own facetiousness, he quitted the Lodge. ‘Jacques!’ She got no further, for Kimble came towards her, speaking fast and low. ‘Just what I was going to tell you, miss. The last time Pottiswick had called out the militia on suspicion of intruders in Remenham House, a large rodent had been all the spoil.
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