" He then spoke authoritatively to the girl. “Are you a special sort of clergyman,” she said, after a pause, and looking down her nose at him, “or do you go to the Universities?” “Oh!” he said, profoundly. "You are my prisoner, Jack. ’ ‘I have English a little,’ the girl offered, her voice shaking as she essayed a smile and sank into a curtsy. Rummage, my boy, do. "Stolen by a gipsy when scarcely five years old, Constance Trenchard, after various vicissitudes, was carried to London, where she lived in great poverty, with the dregs of society. "I'm afraid we'll have to dig into his trunk," he said. ‘She’s little more than a schoolgirl, just out. She’s already spoken for. Tell me why you ran away from the convent. ‘Me, I do not need the help of anyone. Sheppard, horror-stricken. This is not what I want.
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