’ ‘Yolande, my maid?’ ‘You don’t need a maid,’ Martha said stoutly. Lucy was surprised to hear that any party could happen on a week night, but the parents of the house in question were the rich absentee type. ‘That is what she wants, is it?’ ‘Do you blame her?’ he said stiffly. The first time, I overlooked the offence; but the second time, when I had planned to break open the house of his master, the fellow who visited you to-night,—Wood, the carpenter of Wych Street,—he betrayed me.
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