But it annoyed Ann Veronica. About this time,—namely, in November, 1703— while young Trenchard was in Lancashire, and his sister in London, on a visit, he received a certain communication from his confidential servant, Davies, which, at once, destroyed his hopes. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. Lucilla clearly adored her betrothed, anyone could see that. A severe pang shot through Jack's heart, and he would have given worlds if he possessed them to have seen his friend once more. "Here, Tom," he added, calling to a shop-boy, "run and fetch a constable. Her aunt had summoned up an altogether too vivid picture of her father as the masterful man, overbearing, emphatic, sentimental, noisy, aimless. ” With a little shrug of the shoulders Anna followed him.
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