There was a gulf of eight years between her and the youngest of her brace of sisters—an impassable gulf inhabited chaotically by two noisy brothers. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end. ‘I thought it was his great-nephew, young Brewis Charvill, who is his heir. Lucy thought of herself as belonging to Sebastian whether she liked it or not. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. With this person—who was no other than Mr. ‘And if you like, I will tell you why. I hope we may never find her again. Bird, the turner, to give him an order this evening. ‘I don’t want to hurt you any more.
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