But shurely I'd know that vice," he added, turning his lantern towards the janizary. Let me lie in Willesden churchyard. "Go!" said Lady Trafford; "it is my last request. " "Ay, marry," replied Wood, with a look that seemed to say that he did not think it required any surprising skill in the art of divination to predict the doom of the individual in question; but whatever opinion he might entertain, he contented himself with inquiring into the grounds of the conjuror's evil augury respecting the infant. To-night all this may seem hard and cruel. How long have you been playing?” Lucy breathed an internal sigh of relief. Danger, the most terrible she had ever faced, was substantially in this room.
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