No one had lived here since old man Remenham had died some eighteen months ago, for the heir, so it was rumoured, was a relative with property of his own. It’s all nonsense. He was keen to get to work, but the inspiration would not come. I understand. On the way, he hired a chair with a couple of stout porters, and ordered them to follow him. She remained stonily in the middle of the hallway until the spinsters' door shut them from view … for ever. And guess what? I don’t sleep much, if you haven’t noticed. She was saying good-bye to childhood and home, and her making; she was going out into the great, multitudinous world; this time there would be no returning. Luckily, she was bereft of consciousness, and was thus spared the additional misery of witnessing what afterwards befell him.
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