" "Those terms were a third of my estate," observed Trenchard bitterly. ’ She sagged a little suddenly, as if the painful memories in her mind had exhausted her body. ‘Forgive me, Mrs Sindlesham, but do you tell me this inheritance that Melusine has fought so hard to recover is completely wasted?’ The old lady gave him a sharp look. Even given that he was hopelessly enamoured of the wench, a fact which was obvious to the meanest intelligence. The lamp was spreading soot over everything and the reek of kerosene was stronger than usual.
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