We can’t be lovers in the ordinary sense, but we can be great and intimate friends. ‘Well, what was I to think, miss? Martha never wrote nothing about you, and I did ask. "I've made no distinction between you, hitherto," answered Wood; "nor shall I do so, unless I'm compelled. She could read that Martin had a crush on her and was perhaps even going to try and challenge John as he was the bold sort. So I asks the maid a few questions like, and it seems it ain’t Mister Charvill they’re going to visit again, but General Charvill. She released her clutch on it as, dizzy with exhaustion, she leaned against the back of the pew and closed her eyes, her fingers grasping out automatically for support.
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