He was tender with her as he had not been in years. She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the sleeping tigress. She fidgeted and looked away. “So Brendon and I,” he said, “have been troubled with the same fears. “An uncle in New York is dead, and has left him loads of money. "Mother!" cried the son, "help!" "What is this?" shrieked Lady Trafford, raising herself on the couch, and extending her hands towards him.
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