Anna glanced into her sister’s face, and rose to her feet. " "Take hence this boy, then," rejoined Trenchard; "his looks unman me. Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that up again at tea-time. " "What is this to me, Sir?" said Trenchard, cutting him short. ” 209 Clotilde was no fool. Her father’s step quickened to a trot.
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