" "Yes. She would look up, shake her head, and then go back to her reading or crewelwork. At this juncture, a cry was raised by a servant from below, that the robbers were flying through the garden. She was the type that people of every age gravitated to, naturally affable and kind to everyone. Sheppard, hastily; "is that the name?" "Ay, ay, now I look again it is Trenchard. It was not that the servants could not, they simply preferred to. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them.
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