"What is it?" demanded the woollen-draper, as he returned to the table, and took up a glass. "Swear that you will do this," she cried. But I’m thinking as how I’d best report to the major over this here shooting. Pah!’ She flounced about and, crossing to the bed, plonked down on it, pointedly averting her face and resting the large pistol in her lap. "It is her child!" shrieked Rowland, in a voice heard above the howling of the tempest, "risen from this roaring abyss to torment me. The Trenchard estates will likewise be mine, for Sir Rowland is no more, and the youth, Thames, will never again see daylight.
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