"You are the son of Sir Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. That’s why it’s so important I should take my own line now. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. Amid a litter of nails without heads, screws without worms, and locks without wards, lay a glue-pot and an oilstone, two articles which their owner was wont to term "his right hand and his left. Then the hotel manager struck his palms together sharply, and two Chinese "boys" came pattering in from the dining room. ’ ‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. "Spare me!" he groaned, looking upwards.
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