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The Last of the Mortimers

Chapter XIII 

Word Count: 2520    |    Released on: 17/11/2017

lp me!-I came forward with my hands clasped, struck speechless by the thought, my limbs trembling under me so that I

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The Last of the Mortimers
The Last of the Mortimers
“I THOUGHT I heard a slight rustle, as if Sarah had taken off her spectacles, but I was really so interested in the matter which I was then discussing with Mr. Cresswell, our solicitor, that I did not look round, as I certainly should have done in any other circumstances; but imagine my utter amazement and the start which Mr. Cresswell gave, nearly upsetting the ink on the drab table-cover, which never could have got the better of it, when my sister Sarah, who never speaks except to me, and then only in a whisper, pronounced distinctly, loud out, the following words: “His Christian name was Richard Arkwright; he was called after the cotton-spinner; that was the chief thing against him in my father’s days.””