She meant to leave anyway, or so she would tell herself later. ‘Precisely. She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. "So we are, Ma'am, by your charms," returned Mr. Diane did not hear the footsteps on her brick patio or the audible click of the back door lock being compromised. For some time he could not stir, but felt sick and exhausted. Abruptly he gripped her wrist. Poor soul! she nearly died when she heard he had robbed his master; and it might have been well if she had done so, for she never afterwards recovered her reason. She got up, drew up her blind, and stared out of window at a dawn-cold vision of chimneys for a time, and then went and sat on the edge of her bed.
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