“About my sister,” she repeated slowly. Or shall I ask
Colonel Anson for a few hints?”
“For Heaven’s sake no,” she declared. . Without a single ornament about her neck, or hair, wearing the plainest
of black gowns, out of which her shoulders shone gleaming white, she was
easily the most noticeable and the most distinguished-looking woman in the
room. 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. His sword then came in for his scrutiny: he felt at, and appeared satisfied with its
edge. There, that sounds frightfully involved, doesn’t it, but
perhaps you can make out what I mean.
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