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There was, in fact, only one clear thought in his fevered brain: he had reached the hotel without falling down. Lady Palsworthy was the widow of a knight who had won his spurs in the wholesale coal trade, she was of good seventeenth-century attorney blood, a county family, and distantly related to Aunt Mollie’s deceased curate. “I’ve got it. "It is not too late to repair the wrong I have done my nephew," cried Trenchard. He was now as civil as he had just been insolent. And there was that dress of hers! She must be warned that she had been imposed upon. " Neither spinster noticed the reluctance in the tones. Wood," said she, in the deep, hoarse accents of consumption; "and may God Almighty bless and reward you for your kindness! You were always the best of masters to my poor husband; and now you've proved the best of friends to his widow and orphan boy. Her tone was icy.
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