The Queen's Cup by G. A. (George Alfred) Henty
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"Do you know me, Captain Mallett?" "No, lad, I cannot say that I do, though when the doctor told me your name it seemed familiar to me. Very likely I should have recognised you if I had met you a week since, but, you see, we are both altered a good deal from the effect of our wounds." "I am the son of Farmer Lechmere, your tenant." "Good heavens! man. You don't mean to say you are Lechmere's eldest son, George! What in the world brought you to this?" "You did," the man said, sternly. "Your villainy brought me here." Frank Mallett gave a start of astonishment that cost him so violent a twinge in his wound that he almost cried out with sudden pain. "What wild idea have you got into your head, my poor fellow?" he said soothingly. "I am conscious of having done no wrong to you or yours. I saw your father and mother on the afternoon before I came away. They made no complaint of anything." "No, they were contented enough. Do you know, Captain Mallett, that I loved Martha Bennett?" "No. I have been so little at home of recent years that I know very little of the private affairs of my tenants, but I remember her, of course, and I was grieved to learn by a letter from Sir John Greendale the other day that in some strange way she was missing." |
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