When he’d gone into the night, still muttering oddly protective bombast, Mary bobbed a curtsy to Felicia and then, quite plainly, bobbed another at Blaic. “I’ll be zayin’ good evening, then, miss.” “Not a word of this in the servants hall, please, Mary.” “Hmph! Catch me tellin’ them anything when they be zo powerful clever theyselves! Niver you mind, m’dear. Tell ‘em I been watchin’ you paint him.” Her smile had an air of conspiracy about it as she disappeared behind the butler’s door under the stair. The big central hall was cast into shadow by the large lamp hanging from the floor above. Felicia struggled with the bolt of the front door, not wanting to leave it open until Mr. Varley came by on his rounds. Though she fought to bring the bolt home, it resisted her efforts. She cast a look at Blaic, who spread his hands and said, “We don’t like iron.” “Well, I shall let you off this time....” She ignored the bolt and turned toward him. “I don’t know how to thank you,”
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