CHAPTER XIII. ’
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Everett, General Lord Charvill, master of a barony stretching over a wide estate
that encroached on the hundreds of Witham, Thurstable and Dengy, stood before
his own fireplace, glaring at his visitors from under bushy white brows from a
head held necessarily low above a back painfully bent by rheumatism. I
cannot do it, David. It is so ridiculous. On the present occasion, in anticipation of Mr. I’m
turning into a big fat cow. I had rather have
trouble and hardship like that than be taken care of by others. Sheppard's conduct, from my own personal knowledge,
has been unexceptionable for the last twelve years. ‘I know,’ said Prudence Sindlesham, sympathy in her tone. “How odd that I should almost spring into your arms just on my doorstep!” she
remarked gaily. There was once a philanthropist who dressed with shameful shabbiness and
carried pearls in his pocket. She could not bear the shame of it. He hated the taste of it.
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