The clouds were nearly black with rain, threatening to spill sleet in daggers and torrents. “David Courtlaw!” she repeated. ‘You imbecile. “The young women of Jane Austen’s time didn’t get into this sort of scrape! At least—one thinks so. He has a very summary mode of dealing with refractory persons, I assure you. That's well. ‘And with my grandfather Charvill also so very angry, it was not perhaps so very comfortable for my father. " "Did I hear you aright?" asked Trenchard, with startling eagerness.
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