Flinging her back against it, she put her hands out, barring his way. “What nonsense is this? What raving! My dear child, you DO live, you DO exist! You have this home. " "Who told you this is his portrait?" demanded Trenchard. ’ ‘Like your father,’ Gerald put in deliberately. From this singular collection Trenchard turned to regard its possessor, who was standing at a little distance from him, still engaged in earnest discourse with his attendant, and, as he contemplated his ruthless countenance, on which duplicity and malignity had set their strongest seals, he could not help calling to mind all he had heard of Jonathan's perfidiousness to his employers, and deeply regretting that he had placed himself in the power of so unscrupulous a miscreant. “Ungracious little beast, I call her. ” He kissed her, and handed her into the carriage.
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