Then to the Dean's Head, in St. “My sister and I,” she said slowly, “have seen very little of each other lately. Let me see my child, if he is really here?" "Behold him!" returned Trenchard, taking Thames (who had been a mute, but deeply-interested, witness of the scene) by the hand, and leading him towards her. —Sorry to quit your lord—worships, I mean,—I don't know what I mean," she added, a little confused, and dropping a profound curtsey to the disguised noblemen, each of whom replied by a bow, worthy, in her opinion, of a prince of the blood at the least,—"but I've a few necessary orders to give below. ‘Yes, ma’am,’ agreed Gerald with a grin. Sheppard, passing her hand across her brow; "but my memory is gone—quite gone. Annabel, come to the door with me,” she added a little abruptly. Let him not bear the weight of my punishment. " "I will," replied Sheppard, dashing the glass from his hand. God, how old are they now? They must be teenagers.
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