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And shall their wretched offspring live to blight my hopes, and blast my fame? Never!" And, with these words, he grasped Wood by the throat, and, despite his resistance, dragged him to the very verge of the platform. "Not in the least," returned Kneebone, slyly, "not in the least. ’ For the moment I thought it was a telegram from Gwen. ” A birthday present of a microscope had turned his mind to technical microscopy when he was eighteen, and a chance friendship with a Holborn microscope dealer had confirmed that bent. He felt he was human wisdom prudentially interpolated. 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. Pardon what I have said, Madam. I know less about this affair perhaps than you suppose. There could not, he decided, possibly be two girls so much alike.
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