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The lunches were individual affairs: sandwiches, bottled olives and jam commandeered from the Victoria. ” Sir John was speechless. She had known that Remenham House would be deserted, for Martha—released, as she had carefully explained to her charge, by her vows to God from servitude and obedience to Nicholas Charvill, a mere mortal—had begun a correspondence with a friend of her youth, Mrs Joan Ibstock, née Pottiswick. She could not risk going in the door, lest she run into Larry or Cathy drinking a nocturnal glass of milk or Mike raiding the refrigerator for snacks. Engines were brought to play upon Wild's premises, and upon the adjoining houses.
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