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"Egad!" exclaimed Wood, "you've hit the right nail on the head, anyhow. ” “It astonishes me that I don’t,” said Manning, in a tone of intense selfenjoyment. It became suddenly glaringly apparent to her that it was impossible to return fifteen pounds or any sum less than twenty pounds to Ramage—absolutely impossible. “I have answered all your questions,” she said. “There is no—Good God!” he exclaimed. William Kneebone was a woollen-draper of "credit and renown," whose place of business was held at the sign of the Angel (for, in those days, every shop had its sign), opposite Saint Clement's church in the Strand. But, moving through into the first of the large main rooms that led one into another around the house, with here and there an antechamber between, it was obvious that the task was not going to be easy. “Hey, John. Lord Charvill’s sense of justice would not, however, allow him to repudiate his granddaughter, if indeed this female proved to be the infant lost to the family so many years ago. How to hold her, how to keep her at his side; this was the problem with which he struggled. She was as fair as the lily of the lotus.
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