He took his seat at the table, but leaned forward to address her. ‘Don’t look at me like that,’ Martha begged. And in its way it was very well. ’ ‘Yes, indeed,’ agreed Lucilla enthusiastically. ’ Martha got up with a swish of her black habit. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips.
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