"My child!" he groaned faintly. “Don’t you care for Mr. ‘But that will do for a start. A crutch, with a silver handle, stood by her side, proving the state of extreme debility to which she was reduced. To prevent the leaves from blowing about, should a blow develop, he distributed paper weights. ‘That there governess didn’t like it, of course, me being the lodgekeeper’s girl, and Martha just a country wench like me.
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