"As it's getting late, and the porter may be gone to bed," he observed; "I'll take the pass-key, and let myself in. Winifred, accordingly, left the room, and a servant being despatched to the nearest tavern, soon afterwards returned with a crown bowl of the ambrosian fluid. It never seems to enter their heads to try and amuse their menkind. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. Lord Charvill’s sense of justice would not, however, allow him to repudiate his granddaughter, if indeed this female proved to be the infant lost to the family so many years ago. Oh, don't worry.
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