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"I am. But though he visited Sir Rowland Trenchard's seat, Ashton Hall, he could gain no tidings of him, or of his uncle, Sir Rowland, who, it seems, has left the country. The acid of this incertitude had disintegrated his nerve; and in Canton had come the smash. She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears. These two elderly ladies would call her stark mad. Come along, my Newgate bird!" he continued, shaking him with great violence. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped.
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