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In 1876 we took a house in one of the best streets and parts of B -- . I do not give the name of the street or the number of the house, because the circumstances that occurred in that place were such as to make people nervous, and shy -- unreasonably so -- of taking those lodgings, after reading our experiences therein.
We were a small family -- my husband, a grown-up daughter, and myself; and we had two maids -- a cook, and the other was house- and parlourmaid in one. We had not been a fortnight in the house before my daughter said to me one morning: "Mamma, I do not like Jane" -- that was our house-parlourmaid.