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Joan, The Curate.
the excuse of his duties calling him away, and left them to their wine.
Just as he was taking his three-cornered hat from the peg in the hall where it hung, he caught sight of one of the maids of the house, in her smart frilled cap and neat muslin kerchief and apron, in a corner of the hall. On seeing him she started and turned to go back and this action arrested his attention, and caused him to look at her again.
The first look made him start; the second made him stare; the third caused him to run lightly across the hall, and to seize her by the apron as she tried to escape into one of the rooms.
"Ann Price—masquerading as a housemaid, by all that's audacious!" cried he, as they came face to face.
