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’ An expression of livid fury contorted the young man’s face and he thrust the coins back at the major. "What shall I say? Shall I tell you, or shall I leave you in the dark—as I must always leave her? What shall I say except that I am accursed of men? Yes; I have loved something—her mother. I'm almost sorry your suspicions are unfounded, if your father in any way resembled you, my youngster. I'd like to shake you until your bones rattled; but the bones of a Roundhead wouldn't rattle to any purpose. What sort of proof? There are no papers at Remenham House. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay. He said simply that he wanted her to live at home. Show him no quarter, Poll.
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