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. At the back of the house, on a
bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. I saw her face and it was the face that had been hidden
from me in dreams, a face very much like yours, Lucia. “Pretend,” he said, “that all I have said hasn’t been said. He did not know—and probably never would unless
she told him—that it was very easy (and comfortable for a woman) to fall into
slatternly ways in this latitude. I wonder if you will mind very much when I tell you they were
suggested by you. He obeyed, letting the garment fall to the floor. ”
“I can’t imagine what makes you fly out against everything like this,” said
Miss Stanley to her niece. Michelle looked at Lucy
knowingly.
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