“Is it your maid?” he asked. " "Those terms were a third of my estate," observed Trenchard bitterly. ” “I am your friend,” he said slowly, “whatever you may have to tell me. From this perturbed state he was roused by thoughts of his mother, and fancying he heard her gentle voice urging him on to fresh exertion, he started up. D. The girl was flushed with excitement, bright-eyed, and braced for a struggle; her aunt had never seen her looking so fine or so pretty. Never had he corrected her with hand or whip, the ring in his voice had always been sufficient to cower her. Instead, he was bowing to her greataunt.
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