Rhea writhed and scuttled about like a crab. She had heard the trader utter it many times. She raised this with the air of a conspirator unmasking, and displayed a tear-flushed face. "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. But I am sick of tearing up letters and hopeless of getting what I have to say better said. Yet her embarrassment was only a passing thing.
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