" And, as he spoke, he took up a sheet of paper, and hastily traced a few lines upon it. Stop it!” Anna stepped back bewildered, but the man held out his arms to her. Manning, relinquishing his cup without answering her question, “when I hear you talk of earning a living, it’s as if I heard of an archangel going on the Stock Exchange—or Christ selling doves. It isn't as if he were stricken with typhoid or pneumonia or something like that. I proceeded to Manchester, to investigate the matter further, and when there ascertained, beyond a doubt, that you were the eldest daughter of Sir Montacute Trenchard. He knocked on the doorframe.
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