If Martha knew all, she would certainly die of shock. She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered papier-mâché kitbag at her feet. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites. The letter began: “MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—” She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire. What I do know I shall have no hesitation in telling anyone who has the right to ask. And, if I'd my own way, I'd drown 'em all like a litter o' puppies. Darting quickly to the chest that contained the priest’s vestments, she leapt onto it and reached her arm down to scrabble behind it on the floor. “See you.
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