‘Well, what was I to think, miss? Martha never wrote nothing about you, and I did ask. But when all was over, a sorrowful calm succeeded, and, if not free from grief, she was tranquil. She was quivering with the sense of Capes at her side and glowing with heroic love; it seemed to her that if they put their hands jointly against the Alps and pushed they would be able to push them aside. It was easy enough to lie to anyone else.
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