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Everett, General Lord Charvill, master of a barony stretching over a wide estate
that encroached on the hundreds of Witham, Thurstable and Dengy, stood before
his own fireplace, glaring at his visitors from under bushy white brows from a
head held necessarily low above a back painfully bent by rheumatism. He led
her unerringly, pushing her down the narrow stairway that had been the servants’
access to the upper floors, and thence through a small door that led into the
chapel. The gentleman didn't communicate his
business to me. But, perhaps Mr. Guided by the glare of the forge, which threw a stream of ruddy light across the
road, Jack soon found the place of which he was in search. ”
“But how?”
“I poured him out some port wine, and I said—let me see—oh, ‘You are going
to be a grandfather!’”
“Yes. Your life is like a funeral March.
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