The manager had sketched the girl's character, or rather had interpreted it, from the incidents which had happened since dinner. As the secret door opened, the sounds within the house came at once to her ears: the tramping of feet above, and the hoarse voices echoing through the mansion. " There was another pause. The postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made their appearance. ” She found it difficult to begin thinking, and indeed she was anything but clear what it was she had to think about.
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