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She had dreaded the beginning of this hour. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. “I’m sorry! Mary! Are you hurt?” “No. Gerald had himself told her that this Prudence will present her to society as Melusine Charvill. But the Remenhams in the days of Charles the First, with the need for an escape route from Cromwell’s increasingly victorious forces, had cut a trapdoor through its floor into the cellars below, and thence hewn the long rough passageway that led underground right outside the boundary of the estate. “He knows. She was sore and overstrung, and it was intolerable to her that he should stand within three yards of her unsuspectingly, with an incalculably vast power over her happiness. “Thank you, Martin,” she replied graciously. As the wedding neared, she bought some finer things: a veal roast for supper, a single pearl for the dowry.
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