A Blot on the Scutcheon. Mabel Winifred Knowles

CHAPTER I

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      SIR HENRY'S HEIR

      The evening sunshine fell athwart the pleasant gardens of Berrington Manor, glorifying all. Stray beams of light stole through the mullioned windows of the old grey building, peeping unbidden into dusty corners and dim recesses. They shone, too, on the figure of an old man, seated near an open casement, in the wainscotted library.

      But Sir Henry Berrington was heedless of the dancing shafts of glory which played daringly amongst the powdered hairs of his wig and shone on the gold buttons adorning his blue coat.

      He was busy adjusting his lace cravat, as though it choked him, whilst he addressed his friend, Squire Poynder,