‘Dieu du ciel, but answer me!’ Martha’s eyes were swimming again, and she reached out. ‘So now you may safely cease your roundaboutation, and tell me what took you to Remenham House. I am altogether a person of a disposition extremely interfering, as you have so often told me. Notwithstanding her emaciation, her features still retained something of a pleasing expression, and might have been termed beautiful, had it not been for that repulsive freshness of lip denoting the habitual dram-drinker; a freshness in her case rendered the more shocking from the almost livid hue of the rest of her complexion. Annabel entered. ‘Yes, th-there it is,’ she uttered, stumbling a little over the words. As the wedding neared, she bought some finer things: a veal roast for supper, a single pearl for the dowry.
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