She tore open the envelope and read it. She’s hated me for no apparent reason ever since Fourth Grade. When she finally did take her own lover, it was not with a member of the household staff. I don't believe his name is Taber. ‘You knew her well, Miss Mary?’ Mrs Ibstock turned at the window. “Why—it’s—it’s you!” Amazement seemed to dry up the torrents of his speech. “You were really at Moulton House,” she exclaimed penitently.
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