The key's in the lock, on the inner side. 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. . The next page was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his face, or what she had remembered of it. Groans and hoots were now raised by the crowd, and there was an evident disposition to rescue. She was fatigued physically and mentally, and neither mind nor body could rest. She chastised herself for thinking of her husband and lord as being weak. The blast shrieked, as if exulting in its wrathful mission. ’ Mrs Prudence Sindlesham, a widow of several years’ standing, so she told Gerald, was a scarecrow of a female, long and lank of limb in a figure that had once been willowy.
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