"I cannot—dare not injure him," rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard look, and sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair. " "Nonsense," returned Jonathan gruffly. Occasionally he would lean back and stare at the window which gave upon the sea. “I thought you were coming right across the Park. I dare not reflect upon the effect that her son's fate,—if the efforts to save him are ineffectual,—may have upon her enfeebled frame, and still worse upon her mind. Of his own certain knowledge he could tell them that. They could not have called it a fatal motor accident if he had not been dead. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. He fancied that the whole fabric of the bridge was cracking over head,—that the arch was tumbling upon him,—that the torrent was swelling around him, whirling him off, and about to bury him in the deafening abyss. Will you stand by and watch me?" The contents of the trunk only thickened the fog. Arrived at the audience-chamber, he set down the light upon a stand, threw open the door, and announced in a loud voice, but with the perfect intonation of the person he represented,—"Sir Rowland Trenchard. “They were sent to me by Mr. How do you like the story?” “Go on,” said Ann Veronica, a little hoarsely, “tell me all of it. Maggot, dealing him a blow, which stretched him senseless on the floor.
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