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The shadow of the great tree shook and quivered above these things. Seymour saw Mrs. Trenchard's face, he heard her whisper: "Who is it? What is it?" Then she fell upon her knees near the tower of bricks. She gazed at them, stared round the rest of the room, then looked up at him, saying very quietly: "I knew that they would come back one day. I always waited. It must have been they.
Trenchard's face lightened in a rare smile as, with a half-sigh, he said: "I believe you are right, and that I need a collaborator, an opposite, who is yet in sympathy with me. Yes; either of us might fail alone; together we should succeed." "Will succeed, my boy!"
It was a word that he never used, a word that never came out of the mouth of a gentleman. These assertions will be estimated at the proper value by those who are acquainted with Trenchard's pamphlets, pamphlets in which the shocking word villainous will without difficulty be found, and which are full of malignant reflections on William. But the House was determined not to believe Levinz.
I must go down to see whether any one's touched.... I put this in my bag. To-morrow ... and I am so happy that... The end of Trenchard's diary. These are the last words in Trenchard's journal. It fills about half the second exercise book. The last pages are written in a hand very much clearer and steadier than the earlier ones. I would like now to make my account as brief as possible.
Alfred wanted to come too, but I said to him, 'No, Alfred, this will be just a little awkward at first, for Maggie Trenchard's got a grievance, and with some reason, too, so you'd better let me manage it alone the first meeting. Wasn't I right? Of course I was. And you can just say right out now, Maggie, exactly what's in your mind. It's not my fault that we're both in the same town.
"Fancy your knowing them! How small the world is! My father was a cousin, a first cousin, of George Trenchard's. The girl you must mean Millie is delightful. Katherine, the elder sister, is married now. She too is charming, but in a different, graver way."
"It's a plan of my own, for giving a little help to our own clay-cutters and to the stone-cutters in the Isle of Portland, who are shockingly off in the winter sometimes. Here's Trenchard's name down for a good sum it will make him and Free-trade popular, you know." And Mr. Dugdale smiled with the most amiable and innocent Machiavellianism.
He took the key in his hand, went down to Trenchard's room, unlocked the drawer in his writing-table, and took out the manuscript. What did Andrew mean by that sinister sentence? A tale completed by a dead man! Henley sat down by the fire with the manuscript in his hands and began to read.
Be this as it may, Jonathan remained the victor; and shortly afterwards, at the price of a third of his estate, it was whispered, he procured Trenchard's liberation from confinement." At the mention of the latter occurrence, a dark cloud gathered upon the stranger's brow. "Do you know anything further of Sir Rowland?" he asked.
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