"What proof have you of the truth of this story?" inquired Trenchard. Unconscious of the interest he excited, and entirely occupied by his own thoughts—which, if his bosom could have been examined, would have been found composed of mingled hopes and fears—the young man walked on till he came to an old house, with great projecting bay windows on the first floor, and situated as nearly as possible at the back of St. ” “Yes. Stow it in the saddle, for I will take it with me. She knew that to expect more now was like anticipating a gold-mine in the garden. His mind was busy with a résumé of yesterday's unusual events. It was about—a question of what I might do or might not do. You ignore me! That’s not a good way to treat your only friend. He panted for a moment with unuttered replies, and then, with a scornful gesture, got up and left the cell.
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