"You are the son of Sir Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. You are nothing of the sort. Very likely you will disapprove highly of what I have done—I wonder? You may, perhaps, think I have done it just in a fit of childish petulance because my father locked me in when I wanted to go to a ball of which he did not approve. “Well?” he asked her tersely. “I knew you wouldn’t mind. She controlled herself, and answered meekly, “No. He was followed with equal celerity by Terence and the widow. “Do you like my dress?” “Yes, the dress is beautiful, but you are much more beautiful than any dress. " "Oh, a shave and a clean suit will do a lot. "Your audacity passes belief," cried the latter, as soon as his surprise would allow him utterance.
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