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A grimy, battered object, which had no place in the fashionable quarter of
town. "My wife and daughter, Sir," said the carpenter, introducing them to his guest. I
thought one had only to take it by the throat. You did not complain then that I personated you—no, nor when
Sir John came to me in Paris, and for your sake I lied. I proceeded to Manchester, to investigate the matter
further, and when there ascertained, beyond a doubt, that you were the eldest
daughter of Sir Montacute Trenchard. “Oh, Lord!” she said, discovering what she was up to, and
dropped lightly from the fence upon the turf and went on her way toward the
crest. Wood, at the top of her voice. He had need of all the inexhaustible energy of his
character to support him through his toilsome walk over the wet grass, or along
the slippery ploughed land.
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