At every step he seemed to be haunted by the ghost of the past. On taxing his recollection, the whole circumstance rushed to mind with painful distinctness. 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. Indeed, a note of weeping broke her voice for a moment as she burst out, “You know as well as I do that money was a loan!” “Loan!” “You yourself called it a loan!” “Euphuism. I never forgive an injury.
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