When next he asked for her, some twelve hours later, he was told that Mademoiselle had left. ’ There was a pause. 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. Mrs. Produce them!" "Never!" replied Kneebone. ” He shook his head slowly, smiling mysteriously. “Let me show you something. "In the first place, she had no knowledge of her birth; and, consequently, no false pride to get rid of. Nervously he pulled alongside the dilapidated oncewhite farmhouse. Her fingers closed upon it instinctively. Do you have family that I should ask?” “Oh, Julian! No, my family is dead, lost. Now he thought she was so foolish that she knew only one stroke. Here are their letters. Now there is none.
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