Anna leaned over so that he needed only to whisper. "It's an odd-shaped one," rejoined Kneebone, examining it attentively. Wood could give him no further information respecting Sir Rowland Trenchard than what he had obtained from Kneebone; but begged him to defer the further consideration of the line of conduct he meant to pursue until the morrow, when he hoped to have a plan to lay before him, of which he would approve. He seemed to possess infinite reserves of patience when she refused him or purposely tried to bait and anger him, but his patience only made him seem more sinister. He smiled. He wondered if the young fool had any idea of what he had drawn in this tragic lottery called marriage. So get up, and let's be off. "We won't have any trouble understanding each other; same language. There's not his peer among the peerage.
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