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The darkness prevented the carpenter from discerning the features or figure of the stranger; and the ceaseless din precluded the possibility of holding any communication by words with him. He was not addicted to monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!” The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. I’ve been on the watch for you. About this time,—namely, in November, 1703— while young Trenchard was in Lancashire, and his sister in London, on a visit, he received a certain communication from his confidential servant, Davies, which, at once, destroyed his hopes. Most of the horses were dead, all but three stallions and two mares left among what was once a thriving stable. ’ ‘Can’t say as I’m sorry to hear you say that, missie,’ confessed the sergeant, on a relieved note, as he locked the front door of the mansion and pocketed the key. “Look here,” he said, “I brought you here to make love to you. She hit the villain with it. His voice had changed, the joy had gone out of it; and she understood that something from the past had rolled up to spoil this hour. Lucy pinned her hair off her neck and hoped it would make her to look decidedly older. But stand by and hear such things said about my late mistress’s daughter, I won’t.
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