She touched bow to strings, playing a fifth. Then she was turning, ignoring the muttered cursing and the rattling that immediately ensued at the door. The Palazzo was unlike anything she had ever known. They were enormously pleased with one another; they found each other beyond measure better than they had expected, if only because of the want of substance in mere expectation. 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. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. What can she be? The wife of a country tradesman, or a duchess? And such a meek little husband too.
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