Maggie had spoken to her once or twice and the girl had seemed
grateful, smiling in a kind of dark, tearful way under her untidy
hair. Maggie believed that she would help her; of course the girl
would get into trouble were she discovered, and dismissal would
certainly follow, but it was clear enough that she would not in any
case be under Martha's government very long. Martha never kept
kitchen-maids for more than a month at a time.
She sat down at once and wrote her first letter, sitting on her bed.
DARLING MARTIN--There has been an explosion here. The aunts have
told me to give you up. I could not promise them that I would not
see you and so I am a prisoner here until I leave them altogether. I
won't leave them until after the New Year, partly because I gave a
promise and partly because it would make more trouble for you if I
were turned out just now. I can't leave the house at all unless I am
with one of them, so I am going to try and send the letters by the
kitchen-maid here who goes home every day, and she will fetch yours
when she posts mine. I'll give her a note to tell the post people
that she is to have them.
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