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‘Shall we abandon the guard, then, sir?’ ‘Certainly not. His salvation—if there was to be any—lay in her ignorance of life. ’ *** Everett, General Lord Charvill, master of a barony stretching over a wide estate that encroached on the hundreds of Witham, Thurstable and Dengy, stood before his own fireplace, glaring at his visitors from under bushy white brows from a head held necessarily low above a back painfully bent by rheumatism. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes. Only how had they missed him? Were they imbecile? Or perhaps the mists had concealed him from them. " So saying, he hurried up stairs, opened the back door, and was quickly in the yard. He's coming. What our dear mother would say back home I dread to think. "I thought it best that you should imagine him. The age of this individual could not be more than twenty-one; his figure was tall, robust, and gracefully proportioned; and his clear gray eye and open countenance bespoke a frank, generous, and resolute nature.
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