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She put down the sketch-books and apparatus she had brought with
her, pulled out her stool, and sat down. Drawing the pay of life and then not
living. His cigar burnt out
between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. “You mean to tell me” he said, “that you have a
lover? While I have been keeping you! Yes—keeping you!”
This view of life he hurled at her as if it were an offensive missile. 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. “Of course I will,” he answered. \"Lucy, wait up. “And I have dragged you all over here for nothing,” she murmured. "At length, my vengeance is complete. ” She glared at him balefully.
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