About this time,—namely, in November, 1703— while young Trenchard was in Lancashire, and his sister in London, on a visit, he received a certain communication from his confidential servant, Davies, which, at once, destroyed his hopes. ‘You ought to be glad someone cares enough about your wretched little neck to try and save it. For a time they walked in silence. ‘Comment? You have then met this Suzanne?’ The woman turned a deep red. Her hormones were raging stupidly. It’s the only clean way for us. “No. He would provide the necessities of life and protect her. He was astonished. In the second, she was wretchedly poor, and assailed by temptations of which you can form no idea.
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