Wood had been my father, as well as yours. " Ah Cum lent an ear covertly. What's the idea of the black border?" "My father recently died, sir. " Trenchard took up a pen. At every step he seemed to be haunted by the ghost of the past. For ten years I've been trying to go home, but my conscience will not permit me, I hate the Orient. The thought of you, wandering from pillar to post, believing yourself hunted—it tore my old heart to pieces! For I knew you. Two packets were committed to your charge, which you undertook to deliver,—one to another priest, Sir Rowland's chaplain, at Manchester, the other to Mr. Spurlock sat limply, his arms hanging.
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