’ ‘Ah, that is easy,’ she began, laughing. ” “It convinced Mr. ” Her elation teetered in mid-air for a second, then began to flutter down around her like a badly-built house of cards. He guided himself between her legs. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. "Do you hear me?" cried the lady, with increasing vehemence. But I'll tell e'e what we might do——" The young man heard no more. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. Wood, with a message for Lady Trafford.
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