"What do you think of your nephew, Sir Rowland?" whispered Jonathan, who sat with his back towards Thames, so that his features were concealed from the youth's view. ‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your grandfather, girl. ” “Some little tiff?” “No; but I don’t think I shall see them. Dim souls flitted about her, not only speaking but it would seem even thinking in undertones.
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