"I cannot—dare not injure him," rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard look, and sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair. " Upon this he arose, and paced the room hastily backwards and forwards, as if further arranging his plans. The Times slipped from his fingers. Coarse as were the ruffian's notions of feminine beauty, he could not be insensible to the surpassing loveliness of the fair creature, who had thus solicited his attention. "Your son is a lad of spirit, Mr. —D'ye hear?" Still the widow remained silent. It had showed up at an auction at Sotheby’s after someone had sold it. ‘I don’t want to hurt you any more.
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