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"Still, you forgot something. ‘You must think me a fool, mademoiselle. I proceeded to Manchester, to investigate the matter
further, and when there ascertained, beyond a doubt, that you were the eldest
daughter of Sir Montacute Trenchard. I’m in a mess—a
nasty mess! a filthy mess! Oh, no end of a mess!
“Do you hear, Ann Veronica?—you’re in a nasty, filthy, unforgivable mess!
“Haven’t I just made a silly mess of things?
“Forty pounds! I haven’t got twenty!”
She got up, stamped with her foot, and then, suddenly remembering the lodger
below, sat down and wrenched off her boots. It was his tall stance and his pale skin that drew
him out of the crowd. "But
clear the room of this rabble, if you have sufficient authority over them. At this juncture, a cry was raised by a servant from
below, that the robbers were flying through the garden. She’ll tell everyone soon, if only
to gain herself some attention!” He cried under his
breath. And a right set-to there were betwixt him and
Mr Jarvis, I can tell you. They lived in a castle, the same place she had been
turned in. It was precisely two o'clock on the morning of Whit-monday, the 25th of May
1724, when the remarkable escape before detailed was completed: and, though it
wanted full two hours to daybreak, the glimmer of a waning moon prevented it
from being totally dark. “By Jove!” he exclaimed. Then she raised the glass nearer to her lips.
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