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Part 1—South America-4
“My father! my poor father!” cried Mary Grant, throwing herself on her knees before Lord Glenarvan, who exclaimed in amazement: “Your father? What? Is this Miss —” “Yes, Edward,” said Lady Helena; “this is Miss Mary Grant and her brother, the two children condemned to orphanage by the cruel Admiralty!” “Oh! Miss Grant,” said Lord Glenarvan, raising the young girl, “if I had known of your presence —” He said no more, and there was a painful silence in the courtyard, broken only by sobs. No one spoke, but the very attitude of both servants and masters spoke their indignation at the conduct of the English Government. At last the Major said, addressing Lord Glenarvan: “Then you have no hope whatever?” “None,” was the reply. “Very well, then,” exclaimed little Robert, “I’ll go and speak
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