A young man turned to pay the cabman. 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. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. The place was gloomy, with its darkly panelled walls, but it was sparsely furnished. You have all the earmarks of a fugitive from justice. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. Stories … love stories: and to-morrow she would know the joy of reading them! It was almost unbelievable; it was too good to be true. As I hope for mercy, I speak the truth!— let him deny it if he can.
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