Nicholas is dead. And Lady Trafford having been carried down stairs, and placed within it, the postboy drove off, at a rapid pace for Barnet. ‘Up, Jacques, up,’ she ordered. He began to talk again in quick undertones that she could not clearly hear. “Once or twice. My nerves were in rags. After all a thousand pounds is a trifle to rid you of an upstart, who may chance to deprive you of tens of thousands.
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