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THE MANOR, 1349
They moved to the country manor in the autumn of
1349, when plague was still raging through the city. She acted as her
mother had taught her to. "
The little girl's countenance fell. They confronted each other, barely feet apart, neither apparently any
longer aware of anyone else in the room. A little
within stood a second door, or rather wicket, lower than the first, but of equal
strength, and surmounted by a row of sharp spikes. I want you to think of me just as if I was a man,
and quite outside marriage altogether. We are alone, Sir Rowland," he added, snuffing the candles, glancing
cautiously around, and lowering his tone, "and what you confide to me shall
never transpire,—at least to your disadvantage. . I shall take to him as nat'ral as if he were my own flesh
and blood afore long. I tell you this child would have been strangled. Shortly afterwards,—it seemed an age to the anxious mother,—Mr. She was emerging from the primordial as Spurlock
was declining toward it.
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