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" "Perhaps that was it. By and by he gathered enough courage to lean toward her. One reason, perhaps, of his success in this case might be, that having arrested his associate in the dark transaction, Sir Rowland Trenchard, on a charge of high treason, he was favoured by Walpole, who found his account in retaining such an agent. Here we are. She cried for hours but would not scream as her mother was packed into a marble coffin. Vaguely she heard the distinctive sound of male voices as she saw Gosse dive towards the fateful pew. Ruth's emotion was a primitive joy: she was essential in this man's life, and she would always be happy because he would always be needing her. ‘I’m taking you to Gerald, my girl. We are alone, Sir Rowland," he added, snuffing the candles, glancing cautiously around, and lowering his tone, "and what you confide to me shall never transpire,—at least to your disadvantage. Her cheeks were aflame. I wonder.
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