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Sergeant Zebedee found him and but for Mrs. Agatha----" "O my scrupulous man, art afraid lest I do think too well of thee? Art frighted lest I give thee more gratitude than thy just due? Indeed but Charles hath told me all and I do know 'twas these arms bore him 'neath thy roof, 'twas thy brave heart sheltered him and was ready to face ignominy with him. But indeed if you have no--no will to--kiss me----" The Major kissed her until she sued for mercy.
But Lord Blandamer bowed his head graciously by way of thanks for sage counsel, and went on: "Was there not some queer man at Cullerne who thought he was kept out of his rights, and should be in my place--who thought, I mean, he ought to be Lord Blandamer?" jkhd0422 The question was full of indifference, and there was a little smile of pity on his face; but the clerk remembered how Mr Sharnall had said something about a strutting peacock, and that there were no real Blandamers left, and was particularly ill at ease. "Oh yes," he answered after a moment's pause, "there was a poor doited body who, saving your presence, had some cranks of that kind; and, more by token, Mr Sharnall lived in the same house with him, and so I dare say he has got touched with the same craze." Lord Blandamer took out a cigar instinctively, and then, remembering that there was a lady present, put it back into his case and went on: "Oh, he lived in the same house with Mr Sharnall, did he? I should like to hear more of this story; it naturally interests me. What was his name?" "His name was Martin Joliffe," said the clerk quickly, being surprised into eagerness by the chance of telling a story; and then the whole tale of Martin, and Martin's father and mother and daughter, as he had told it to Westray, was repeated for Lord Blandamer.
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