“They never seem so at first!” he said. There was something which chilled even him in the cold impassivity of her features. Why? Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood. "You are the son of Sir Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. .
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