"You are the son of Sir Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. Dear me, what a nuisance it is to have a pseudo husband shot down upon one from the skies. She had not even endorsed it. Purney, the ordinary, who had latterly conceived a great regard for Jack, addressed him in a discourse, which, while it tended to keep alive his feelings of penitence, was calculated to afford him much consolation. “But if my manner tells! I cannot help it if that shows. One cannot expect that soldiers can be sympathique to one they believe may be a French spy. There was a strip of old rose brocade in the making that set an ache in the girl's heart for the want of it. . Unless he deserts the girl, he won't be so hard to find as formerly. She was shocked. " "Poor Jack!" sighed Thames.
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