She turned to Martha as the lad exited by the back door, but her nurse
forestalled anything she might have said. “You blithering idiot!” he exclaimed. She
meditated long and carefully upon her letter to her father before she wrote it, and
gravely and deliberately again before she despatched it. ‘Prudence? This name I have heard
it spoken. Her heart was beating
with quite unaccustomed vigour, her hands were hot, she was conscious of a
warmth in her blood which the summer sunshine was scarcely responsible for. Wood started to
his feet. Her father and her husband, who had both been a little pale at
their first encounter, were growing now just faintly flushed. After partaking of some little refreshment, and changing her attire, Mrs. Were such a thing to happen again, I'd never let Mr.
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