’ ‘Yolande, my maid?’ ‘You don’t need a maid,’ Martha said stoutly. Sir Rowland witnessed these proceedings like one stupified. There she would wander about in the kindly darkness. The action steadied him; and there was a phase of irony, too, that helped. I’d ruin the things if I so much as touched one. He was nearly wincing.
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