"Give it me," returned the carpenter; "all's safe. Wood was an old friend of mine—and I recollect seeing Jack when he was
bound 'prentice to him. His hand fell lightly to her chest where her heart was
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beating, almost tenderly. “Before I met you I was deluded into receiving upon friendly terms a man
named Hill, who passed himself off as Meysey Hill the railway man, but who
was in reality an Englishman in poor circumstances. Wood resounded from below. Was he your natural father? Did you
know him?”
“No, I didn’t. "I cannot—dare not injure him," rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard look, and
sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair. Usually his charges bored him with their interrogative chatter, for
he knew that his information more often than not went into one ear and out of
the other. He listened. ‘That will be a matter for her
future husband to decide. But she certainly remembered that when she was a
little girl he sometimes wore tennis flannels, and also rode a bicycle very
dexterously in through the gates to the front door. "Something's wrong. God only
knows what I have done, or left undone.
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