She did not
attempt to conceal her hatred for her late employer.
"Yes, sir, it is true that he threw the decanter at me.
I heard him call my mistress a name, and I told him that he
would not dare to speak so if her brother had been there.
Then it was that he threw it at me. He might have thrown a
dozen if he had but left my bonny bird alone. He was for ever
illtreating her, and she too proud to complain. She will not
even tell me all that he has done to her. She never told me
of those marks on her arm that you saw this morning, but I know
very well that they come from a stab with a hat-pin.
The sly fiend -- Heaven forgive me that I should speak of him so,
now that he is dead, but a fiend he was if ever one walked the earth.
He was all honey when first we met him, only eighteen months ago,
and we both feel as if it were eighteen years. She had only just
arrived in London. Yes, it was her first voyage -- she had never
been from home before. He won her with his title and his money
and his false London ways. If she made a mistake she has paid
for it, if ever a woman did. What month did we meet him? Well,
I tell you it was just after we arrived.
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