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Perhaps, she may tell me whose picture this is. They may love us, but they love us as the slave loves his captor, not as equals. “There wasn’t. He dragged it out, and perceiving, in spite of the decayed frame, that it was the body of Sir Rowland Trenchard, commanded his attendants to convey it up stairs—an order which was promptly obeyed.
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