Ennison’s acquaintance. The trader you spoke about: he disliked your father, didn't he? Well, he probably played your father a horrible practical joke. Anna was more difficult. The man was dangerous. ’ ‘You were quite as bad to me as I was to you,’ Gerald protested mildly, sitting down beside her. "And when I further tell you," continued Jack, "that, after yourself and my mother, I am the next heir to the estates of my grandfather, Sir Montacute Trenchard, you will perhaps own that my caution is sufficiently disinterested. “I am afraid,” he said to Anna afterwards, “that it was a mistake to order the champagne sec. ” The lady in black satin appeared undecided. At this moment, the landlord of the Crown, a jovial-looking stout personage, with a white apron round his waist, issued from the house, bearing a large wooden bowl filled with ale, which he offered to Jack, who instantly rose to receive it. So strongly was he impressed with this idea, that grasping the iron bar with both hands, he dashed it furiously against the door, making the passage echo with the blows. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. 1.
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