Say something. She stepped back quickly, and her hand knocked a wine-glass from the table to smash noisily on the floor. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. That last year in Paris, when Annabel and she had lived in different worlds, had often been a nightmare to her. "But if he had not fired that shot, he might have saved Thames, and possessed himself of papers which would have established his birth, and his right to the estates of the Trenchard family. Wood, when he does return, I'd send him about his business.
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