"Your father—poor imbecile!—believes we ran away together. It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation that was more sickly than refreshing. ’ ‘I also said, if you remember, that I could not promise not to do so. ’ ‘She?’ scoffed Martha. Wood's bed-chamber—it was locked, with the key left in it. Silence! Then Anna clutched her companion’s arm. You’re NOT to go. The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom.
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