But if I painted her as I'd like to, the natives would instantly distrust me; and I'd have to build up confidence all over again. . It isn’t sentiment but it’s horse sense. " "Who are you?" ejaculated Trenchard, scarcely able to credit his senses. Their future would be glorious; he saw it in their eyes; he saw it in the beauty of their young heads. The arrangement had been made by the town matchmaker, a frightening old oak of a man. "That was the lad's name," returned the stranger.
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