The father, granite; the daughter, fire: Spurlock saw the one and heard the other,
his amazement indescribable. 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. "What do you mean?" cried Winifred in alarm. "Come away!" he cried, with the roar of a demon. This was enough for the poor widow. She
heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as
she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through
the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the
ground.
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