I burned it. ” “An appetite like yours,” he said resignedly, “is fatal to all sentiment. She’ll have to wait for dinner,” he said, uncomfortably. He dragged it out, and perceiving, in spite of the decayed frame, that it was the body of Sir Rowland Trenchard, commanded his attendants to convey it up stairs—an order which was promptly obeyed. She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a kindergarten. Then, though full of confidence, he half doubted his power of accomplishing his designs. He was a just man, and he did not care to start any thunder which was not based upon fairness. “I mean REALLY independent.
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