The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. "It is not too late to repair the wrong I have done my nephew," cried Trenchard. " "Then it was not a dream!" ejaculated Sir Rowland in a hollow voice, and as if speaking to himself. ‘No, my poor guardian,’ Gerald mocked. That’s how things are; that’s the order of the world. "Don't speak ill of him behind his back, father," interposed Thames. ” He paused for a time. " Immediately he stepped back. ’ Lucilla gaped.
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