Why? Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood. " "It matters not who I am," replied Jonathan, taking the money. But she was only able to save a corner of the letter. "Stolen by a gipsy when scarcely five years old, Constance Trenchard, after various vicissitudes, was carried to London, where she lived in great poverty, with the dregs of society. ‘Who’d believe me? And I’d have to tell my part in it all, too. Dismissing the post-chaise at the Old Bailey, he walked to Newgate to ascertain what had occurred since the escape. I knew it. My will never faltered.
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