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"I have
nothing to forgive. I was to
blame to carry the matter so far. "
"Will you be taking a pole-chair?"
"If that's the racket. Why, honestly enouch. She could not say a word,
much less move. Do you remember what I said when you took me at the Mint four days ago?
I told you my turn would come. ’
He endured the inevitable scold with patience, saluted Mrs Chalkney’s faded
cheek, and went off to endure the necessary delay with what patience he could
muster. Yon must be mine to-night. ‘If you imagine you’re going
to use one ungentlemanly act to manipulate me, you very much mistake the
matter. White leaned forward in her chair with an anxious smile designed to throw
oil upon the troubled waters. "
"A secret!" exclaimed Trenchard. "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. But since we must have
toasts," he added, snatching up a glass, "listen to mine: Here's King George the
First! a long reign to him! and confusion to the Popish Pretender and his
adherents!"
"Bravely done!" said Wood, with tears in his eyes.
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