She glanced towards her sister, and curiously enough found in her face some faint reflection of her own rather sombre mirth. Never. She noted the dank hair on his forehead, the sweat of revolting nature. There are men in the Lowndean who laugh at him—simply laugh at him. There is a small yewtree west of the church. She could not see any relief from this anxiety except repayment, and repayment seemed impossible. Lord Charvill’s sense of justice would not, however, allow him to repudiate his granddaughter, if indeed this female proved to be the infant lost to the family so many years ago. “Go down and rescue the rags of my reputation,” she said, smiling.
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