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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. I don’t mind telling you chaps that except on the stage I haven’t set eyes on her this side of the water. "It is the fiend!" she exclaimed, recoiling. That dress is thirty years old, if a day. There were lines in her face that age had not put there. It cuts. I was once a disciple of Saint Peter myself, and speak from experience. I want to leave it for ever. Now, as she stared at the image of her own face, she recalled something Major Alderley had said. Behind the Avenue was a little hill, and an iron-fenced path went over the crest of this to a stile under an elm-tree, and forked there, with one branch going back into the Avenue again.
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