‘Lord in heaven, could it be so?’ ‘Don’t look at me,’ exploded Hilary. "You are the son of Sir Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. “What do you think of that farce?” he exclaimed bitterly. With this air in our blood, this sunlight soaking us. But perhaps he was right not to tell you the truth. In doing so, he had to clamber up the immense heap of bricks and rubbish which now littered the floor, amounting almost to a car-load, and reaching up nearly to the top of the chimney-piece. You only live a block away!” 236 “I’ll do my best. You’ll never even see me again, for that 268 matter. “Sorry to be so terribly rude, Martin.
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