" "Not a farthing more, I assure you," rejoined Ireton, pettishly; "we're all on the square here. " "Rely on me," rejoined Kneebone. We smirk, and we’re a bit—furtive. "You are the son of Sir Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. There were shadows under his eyes.
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