He looked half at her and half at the sky. I was
standing near Jack at that awful moment, and beheld the look Wild fixed on him. "It's very well you haven't crushed the poor
little thing to death with this confounded clothes'-bag. ‘Is it worth it?’ he asked at last. 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. “It can’t make any difference to
you, and there are not half a dozen people in Paris who could tell us apart. ‘Is there a resemblance?’
‘This is Mary Remenham?’
‘That is my late niece, yes. And he hazarded a wink at the
poet over the paper on which he was sketching. Jack's body was caught, and passed from hand to hand over a
thousand heads, till it was far from the fatal tree. I will ring if I want you.
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