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There was a short cut at the back of the office which would take Hetty on to the high road without passing round by the front of the house. It so happened that no one saw her when she arrived, and no one also saw her go. When she reached the road she stopped still to give vent to a deep sigh of satisfaction. Things were not right, but they were better than she had dared hope. Of course the Squire remembered -- he could not have looked at her as he had done the night before, if memory had not fully come back to him. He remembered -- he told her so, but she was also nearly certain that he would not confess to the world at large the crime of which he was guilty.
"I'll keep him to that," thought Hetty. "He may think nought o' himself -- it's in his race not to think o' theirselves -- but he'd think o' his wife and p'raps he'd think a bit o' me. There's Mrs. Everett and there's her son, and they both suffer and suffer bad, but then agen there's Mrs. Awdrey and there's me -- there's two on us agen two," continued Hetty, rapidly thinking out the case, and ranging the pros and cons in due order in her mind, "yes, there's two agen two," she repeated.