Fear nothing. "Rowland," said Lady Trafford, regarding him with a look of indescribable anxiety, "you have assured me that I shall behold my son. You come to England, and hide in a secret convent in London. “The Chens must already be here. “This wonderful affection of yours for my sister, does it date from your first meeting with her in Paris?” He hesitated. Her lover, Darrell, has embarked upon the Thames, where, if he's not capsized by the squall, (for it's blowing like the devil,) he stands a good chance of getting his throat cut by his pursuers—ha! ha! I tracked 'em to the banks of the river, and should have followed to see it out, if the watermen hadn't refused to take me. "Hist!" exclaimed Jack.
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