and Mrs. Joseph Snowdon were now established in rooms in Burton
Crescent, which is not far from King's Cross. Joseph had urged that
Clerkenwell Close was scarcely a suitable quarter for a man of his
standing, and, though with difficulty, he had achieved thus much
deliverance. Of Clem he could not get rid--just yet; but it was
something to escape Mrs. Peckover's superintendence. Clem herself
favoured the removal, naturally for private reasons. Thus far
working in alliance with her shrewd mother, she was now forming
independent projects. Mrs. Peckover's zeal was assuredly not
disinterested, and why, Clem mused with herself, should the fruits
of strategy be shared? Her husband's father could not, she saw every
reason to believe, be much longer for this world. How his property
was to be divided she had no means of discovering; Joseph professed
to have no accurate information, but as a matter of course he was
deceiving her. Should he inherit a considerable sum, it was more
than probable he would think of again quitting his native land--
and without encumbrances. That movement must somehow be guarded
against; how, it was difficult as yet to determine.
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