"Go!" said Lady Trafford; "it is my last request. I told the soldier how he must go by the passage, and he found it and brought it here. But at length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung outward from the wall. You're welcome to it. There was a deep groan, and the sound of a fall within. They stood back together and stared at it. Her father’s ideas of expostulation were a little harsh and forcible, and over the claret-colored table-cloth and under the gas chandelier, with his hat and umbrella between them like the mace in Parliament, he and his daughter contrived to have a violent quarrel.
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