Wood, now more buxom and more gorgeously arrayed
than ever,—as well as a young and beautiful female, in whom he was at no loss
to recognise the carpenter's daughter. “Thank you, ma’am. Miss Ellicot pursed her lips and sat a
little more upright. ‘Yes, tell us everything at once,’ instructed Lucilla, pushing him towards the
sofa she had vacated, and obliging him to sit beside her. "You are the son of Sir
Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were
in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure!
but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street
again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent.
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