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. When she arrived at the Palazzo, not a single sentry was aware of her presence. But I proved it to them! Oh yeah, I told John, but I don’t think he believes me either. . They have retired. I arranged that he should. I have a weapon—a knife—and if you attempt to open the door, will plunge it to my heart. ‘Tell me the truth, Melusine. There was nothing on her face to hint of the misery that brimmed her heart this morning.
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