Mr. Scarborough's Family by Anthony Trollope
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Mrs. Annesley was always on her guard to maintain something like an affectionate intercourse between her own family and the squire. "My dear Anne, you do not see into a millstone as far as I do. You never did." "But, Peter, you really shouldn't say such things of Harry. When all the police-officers themselves are looking about to catch up anything in their way, they would catch him up at a moment's notice if they heard that a magistrate of the county had expressed such an opinion." "Why don't he tell me?" said Mr. Prosper. "There's nothing to tell." "Ah, that's your opinion--because you can't see into a millstone. I tell you that Harry knows more about this Captain Scarborough than any one else. They were very intimate together." "Harry only just knew him." "Well, you'll see. I tell you that Harry's name will become mixed up with Captain Scarborough's, and I hope that it will be in no discreditable manner. I hope so, that's all." Harry in the mean time had returned to London, in order to escape his uncle, and to be on the spot to learn anything that might come in his way as to the now acknowledged mystery respecting the captain. Such was the state of things at the commencement of the period to which |
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