Ramage,” she said, “I can’t—Not now. 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. If he did resemble me, I shouldn't care about him. The only safe place for him is at sea; and if he had kept to the sea, I shouldn't have found him so easily. ’ Mrs Sindlesham shook with laughter. \" He panted, wiping sweat off of his brow with a towel. ’ ‘But you don’t look anything like her,’ burst out Mrs Ibstock. ‘In love? I? Don’t be ridiculous. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat.
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