She could feel her face turning beet red. “Your name, I believe, is——” “Pellissier,” Anna answered. We mustn’t make it so. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. No sooner had Trenchard crossed the threshold than a fierce barking was heard at the farther extremity of the passage, and, the next moment, a couple of mastiffs of the largest size rushed furiously towards him. “If only her sister is half as pretty, no wonder that she has set the Parisians talking. She turned her head to each side.
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