"You are the son of Sir Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. "How do you know that?" rejoined Jack. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. "No," replied Wild; "and I've only listened to your absurd proposal to see how far your insane attachment to this lad would carry you. A deadly sickness came over her, the room seemed spinning round.
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