Mrs Prewitt had been in that household thirty-one years and had brought Lady Georgiana Ashcombe up from the age of nine, and she worked it out in the July.
She has never told a living soul what she saw, and it was not very much: it was a woman of five and twenty coming out of the estate office at six o'clock on a Tuesday evening with a face that Mrs Prewitt had last seen on her in 1808 when she was given a pony.
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