About this time,—namely, in November, 1703— while young Trenchard was in Lancashire, and his sister in London, on a visit, he received a certain communication from his confidential servant, Davies, which, at once, destroyed his hopes. There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. It was difficult to get right. All she needed to do was to have a body. Not the most stringent search, conducted all morning, turned up one solitary sheet. Nevertheless, Sir John had the look of a man who was enjoying himself. Fell to sin, did Martha. She was quite unconcerned. When he could find words, he tried by the most urgent solicitations to prevail upon the constable to let him out. " "But, man, this chap hasn't fallen soft. - You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm works.
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