Sir Rowland laid his hand upon his sword. "Your mother is dead," interposed Wild, scowling. "Run away with her," replied Gay. “Oh, that. Never mind, I’ve got plenty. . It belonged to his father, and was worn by him on the night he was murdered. "Sir Cecil is no more. "Sir Rowland, I salute you as your nephew. 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.
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