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 sister appeared. ’ You used to declare that you hated the name. “We can be alone?” She inquired. The uncanny directness of those gray eyes, the absence of diffidence,
the beauty of the face in profile (full, it seemed a little too broad to make for
perfect beauty), the mellow voice that came full and free, without hesitance, all
combined to mark her as the most unusual young woman he had ever met. Where is Sir Rowland?"
"In the library, your ladyship. He never asked questions; he never addressed his
companions; and frequently he took off his cap and wiped his forehead. ‘She’s an eviltempered little termagant, yes, but there’s no malice aforethought. “We are clerks in the same bank.
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