"And, does any of our bright blood flow in the veins of a ruffianly housebreaker?" cried Trenchard, with a look of bewilderment. It was not a difficult affair. “What do you mean?” Lucy asked. McClintock stared into the bowl of his pipe and Spurlock into his coffee cup. ‘Exactly like my father.
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