Perhaps I may borrow yours one day?’ ‘Lucilla, you wretch,’ burst from the captain. I cannot explain beyond that. Had Valade been to see him? Possibly even yesterday when he was followed by some young lad—and the girl, of course. A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood. The day was warm even under an overcast sky and Hilary, uncomfortable, shifted his weight.
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