’ A reluctant laugh escaped him. On the envelope was written— Sydney Courtlaw, Esq. "I cannot—dare not injure him," rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard look, and sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair. “By God! Ann Veronica,” he said, sighing deeply. You must let me do whatever I can for you. But he could only utter an inarticulate exclamation. All of which proves that the doctor also had his moments of distraction, with this difference: he was not distracted from his subject matter. . ‘Your niece, ma’am.
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