Her soul was full of the sense of disaster. No doubt that was due to his helplessness. If she had any idea at all, it was something she dimly recalled from her books: something celestially beautiful, with a happy ending. “To my chagrin, I have. He is an awfully good sort— and now he has come to me to help him if I can. She would be enduing this chap with attributes he did not possess, clothing him in fictional ruffles. Lord Charvill’s sense of justice would not, however, allow him to repudiate his granddaughter, if indeed this female proved to be the infant lost to the family so many years ago. The beachcomber, the lowest in the human scale; and some day he would enter into this estate. At first she thought that the woman was just a servant.
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