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He was more like a man who had left his bed in the middle of
convalescence. “Come, daddy,” said Ann Veronica, following her husband and Miss Stanley;
and in the fulness of her heart she gave a friendly squeeze to the parental arm. “Very well,” he said. It was at his side below the
breast, hidden by the dark colour of his close-fitting jacket. Afraid, no doubt, he thought
grimly, that her other visitor would leave. This was a
much more serious task than he anticipated. He dragged it out, and perceiving, in spite of the
decayed frame, that it was the body of Sir Rowland Trenchard, commanded his
attendants to convey it up stairs—an order which was promptly obeyed. "
"Heaven support me!" cried Mrs. What was she going to do?
One main idea possessed her: she must get away from home, she must assert
herself at once or perish. "
"You are offering your hand to me?"
"Without reservations.
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