But I forget," he added, glancing at Austin; "it's high treason to speak disrespectfully of Mr. He leaned towards her, laid his hand tenderly upon hers. I loitered in the shop as you chatted with the butcher’s girl. " "Who are you?" ejaculated Trenchard, scarcely able to credit his senses. . In concealing himself behind the timber, Mr.
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