Chapter One 1800-3

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“Yes, of course, my Lord.” “He could have managed the estates well, but he never had a chance. Sir Harold was a very bigoted old man and a tyrant where his sons were concerned,” the Marquis remarked. “It seems as if Sir Caspar has inherited some of his father’s peculiarities.” “I am sure of that,” the Marquis said reflectively. “I have seen Caspar Trydell sometimes in London, although he moves in a very different set of people from my circle. He has always seemed to be something of a rake – perhaps that is not the right word – débauché would be more appropriate.” He paused as if he was thinking. Then he said, “I remember John Trydell telling me that his brother was always in debt. But I should imagine Sir Harold was warm in the pocket when he died and his only surviving son will have

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