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"Iss, Massa Austin," replied the black. ‘Come on, Hilary. ’
‘Without permission. The cultivated indifference, which
was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him. ‘Don’t be so absurd. The man was thick set, with a bright roving eye. They
could not have called it a fatal motor accident if he had not been dead. But a total stranger, a man you never saw twentyfour hours ago! It can't be thought of. To-night the subtle
suggestiveness of those few daring lines, fascinating in their very simplicity, the
head thrown back, the half-closed eyes—the inner meaning of the great artist
seemed to come to him with a rush. The Trenchard estates will likewise be mine, for Sir
Rowland is no more, and the youth, Thames, will never again see daylight. "
"Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river
is passing before me. But it is not your name. A hand of iron fell upon the scowling young man’s shoulder. Always the other things
remained. And now, let's see who'll
refuse the pledge.
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