When the doctor came in—he had just finished his breakfast—O'Higgins rose and presented his card. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. "And when I further tell you," continued Jack, "that, after yourself and my mother, I am the next heir to the estates of my grandfather, Sir Montacute Trenchard, you will perhaps own that my caution is sufficiently disinterested. . . I suspect she knew something, for she came home to Remenham House when she was increasing, and report has it that she was very unhappy. ‘Jacques? Oh, that is news of the very finest. Yet either the rest or the wine seemed already to have done him good.
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