More than this, it would serve to mitigate her own abysmal loneliness to
pool it temporarily with his. Your mother, for what it’s worth to
you—for there’s nothing for you here, by God!—was the woman I chose for
Nicholas. . What you would look upon as immorality
is here merely an established custom, three thousand years older than
Christianity, accepted with no more ado than that which would accompany you
should you become a clerk in a shop. About this time,—namely, in November, 1703—
while young Trenchard was in Lancashire, and his sister in London, on a visit, he
received a certain communication from his confidential servant, Davies, which,
at once, destroyed his hopes. The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its
conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose,
and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion. I forget. She knew that to expect more
now was like anticipating a gold-mine in the garden. Thank you for walking me home the
other day.
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