I'll lay my life he's gone. " "What right have you to suppose this, Sir?" demanded Trenchard, sternly. Master and missis have been talking all day long about Jack Sheppard, and I'm dying to read his life. “That doesn’t touch the question I asked you,” she said. The cry was echoed by twenty different voices. ‘The general himself?’ ‘How shall I get my inheritance if the general will believe that pig?’ ‘Do wish you wouldn’t keep on calling him a pig,’ Martha begged. "I'll make a sketch, too," he said. “It may be more difficult than you think,” she said. It was comforting to have her there, snoring gently. Then she went into the office. Brendon and Courtlaw who had been watching for her, met her at the door. Somehow or other his reputation as a hardened and unassailable bachelor had won for him during the last few years a comparative immunity from attentions on the part of those women with whom he had been brought into contact. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. To be confronted with the girl’s damned Frenchman of a husband was another matter altogether.
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