"Let it pass. I proceeded to Manchester, to investigate the matter further, and when there ascertained, beyond a doubt, that you were the eldest daughter of Sir Montacute Trenchard. ” There was a shout of laughter. Wood by increased corpulence and decreased powers of vision,—by deeper wrinkles and higher shoulders, by scantier breath and a fuller habit. That’s who you ought to go and see, miss. "You'll lose no time," said the thief-taker. His reputation was slightly tainted by his marriage to her mother, an exotic blue-eyed raven-haired beauty, a Gypsy doll with a clandestine heritage. He was a stranger. . The girl’s eyes never left his face. Spurlock has gone.
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