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. " The Wastrel laughed. "It is your son. Below was an uninspiring street, a thoroughfare of boarding-houses and apartments. ‘Gérard—’ ‘What now?’ he asked, rife with suspicion. The skies became brilliant; the dry monsoon was setting in.
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