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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. He had a handsome,
jolly-looking face; stood six feet two in his stockings; and measured more than a
cloth-yard shaft across the shoulders—athletic proportions derived from his
father the dragoon. Think, ma’am. Let me see my child, if he is really here?"
"Behold him!" returned Trenchard, taking Thames (who had been a mute, but
deeply-interested, witness of the scene) by the hand, and leading him towards
her. The
winters were bitter here, they could have just as easily
been frozen off. “Have you told anybody else?” Lucy asked.
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