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In stature, he was short and stumpy; in person, corpulent; and in countenance, sleek, snub-nosed, and demure. 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. I’m sorry. “I don’t think our engagement can go on,” she plunged, and felt exactly that loss of breath that comes with a dive into icy water. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall. She hoped desperately that Mrs.
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