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Updated: May 1, 2025
The annoyance was great in the home conclave when Mewks brought the next piece of news namely, that there was that designing Marston in the master's room again, and however she got into the house he was sure he didn't know. "All the same thing over again, miss! hard at it a-tryin' to convert 'im! And where's the use, you know, miss?
Stop," he cried, as Mewks was going, "I won't have you touch it either; I am fastidious this morning. Tell the young woman they call Jemima to come here to Miss Marston." Mewks slunk away. Jemima came, and Mr. Redmain ordered her to get breakfast for himself and Mary. It was done speedily, and Mary remained in the sick-chamber until the lawyer arrived.
Redmain, and jumped from his chair to prevent her. He would not have succeeded had not Mewks met her in the doorway full in the face. She had to draw back to avoid him, and the man, perceiving at once how things were, closed the door the moment he entered, and stood with his back against it. "He's in the drawing-room, sir," said Mewks.
Mary was too much absorbed in her own thoughts to note that she was followed by a man with the collar of his great-coat up to his eyes, and a woolen comforter round his face. She walked on steadily for home, scarce seeing the people that passed her. It was clear to Mewks that she had not a suspicion of being kept in sight. He saw her in at her own door, and went back to his master.
Mary went and sat on the lowest step of the stair just outside the room. "What are you doing there?" said Lady Margaret, coming from the corridor. "Mr. Redmain will not have me go yet, my lady," answered Mary, rising. "I must wait first till he sends for me." Lady Margaret swept past her, murmuring, "Most peculiar!" Mary sat down again. In about an hour, Mewks came and said his master wanted her.
"How can I go playing such loose, skinny things," he would say, "when here are such perfect shapes all ready to my hand!" But Mary said to herself that, if these were shapes, his were odors. One morning, as Mary sat at her piano, Mewks was shown into the room. He brought the request from his master that she would go to him; he wanted particularly to see her.
Her head ached; she could hardly breathe. Rest she could not. Once when Mewks, coming from the room, told her his master was asleep, she crept in, and, softly approaching the head of the bed, looked at him from behind, then stole out again. "He seems dying, Mewks," she said. "Oh, no, miss! I've often seen him as bad. He's better."
Of course, you will return to Mrs. Redmain now that all is cleared up." "It is impossible," Mary answered. "I can not live in a house where the lady mistrusts and the gentleman insults me." She left the room, and Mr. Redmain did not try to prevent her. As she left the house she burst into tears; and the fact Mewks carried to his master.
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