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’ A little sigh escaped her. But whatever she may have said was lost as Gerald pinned her to the wall, the point of the sword at her throat. The Trenchard estates will likewise be mine, for Sir Rowland is no more, and the youth, Thames, will never again see daylight. The cloth nearly touches the floor. A native of Manchester, he was the son of Kenelm Kneebone, a staunch Catholic, and a sergeant of dragoons, who lost his legs and his life while fighting for James the Second at the battle of the Boyne, and who had little to bequeath his son except his laurels and his loyalty to the house of Stuart. Show him no quarter, Poll. His glance came up again and met hers. It had evidently seen better days before being relegated to the ministrations of a hackney coachman, one who evidently served the less affluent inhabitants of London. What of madame, his wife?’ ‘You know more of her than me,’ the girl said with a look of scorn.
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