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‘You perhaps may remember a fellow, Miss Charlworth, a sort of black sheep,’ The old man turned his tongue to ironical utterance deep: ‘He came of a Methodist dad, so it wasn’t his fault if he kicked. He earned a sad reputation, but Methodists are mortal strict. His name was Tom, and, dash me! but Bridgeman! I think you might add: Whatever he was, bear in mind that he came of a Methodist dad.’