Chapter 1: From September the Twenty-First to the Middle of November

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌⁠The foremost figure within Cytherea’s horizon, exclusive of the inmates of Knapwater House, was now the steward, Mr. Manston. It was impossible that they should live within a quarter of a mile of each other, be engaged in the same service, and attend the same church, without meeting at some spot or another, twice or thrice a week. On Sundays, in her pew, when by chance she turned her head, Cythere