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” “Will you tell me,” Sir John said ponderously, “by what right you call that young lady—la petite Pellissier? I should be glad to know how you dare to allude to her in a public place in such a disrespectful manner!” Drummond looked at him and smiled. ’ There was a pause. About this time,—namely, in November, 1703— while young Trenchard was in Lancashire, and his sister in London, on a visit, he received a certain communication from his confidential servant, Davies, which, at once, destroyed his hopes. ‘Well, she’d better learn fast if she wants any truck with me. She had gone into Morgan's one afternoon for a bag of salt. You skulk in shadows, following an émigré. Her hair touched water, becoming like the seaweed in its velvet slickness. ‘You seem to understand the gentry very well. “You are a thousand times more beautiful,” he said, “than anything else could be.
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