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She wanted to return his gaze but focused intently on a spot next to and above the brick fireplace, as her music teachers had always taught her to do instead of looking directly at the audience. 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. "If you mean to accompany us, you may need it. He crawled underneath the covers with her. I ask you, although it is not my place to ask you, to return home. You have changed from the veriest butterfly to a woman—you wear different clothes, you have the air of another world. Her fingers opened and the weapon fell from her nerveless grasp.
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