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Yet her hands dropped, and she sighed deeply. I did not know what God had in mind then. She hated to leave; for this hour would be the most interesting. I burned it. Somehow or
other his reputation as a hardened and unassailable bachelor had won for him
during the last few years a comparative immunity from attentions on the part of
those women with whom he had been brought into contact. She was nestled
under his bedspread. A
full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of
"right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him
of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and
bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. "
"You're a damn fool, too!" exploded the trader. But she did not talk readily, and in order to say
something she plunged a little, and felt she plunged. 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. I must bless him before I
die.
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