‘Point it at me. It had been part of her wedding trousseau, a gift from her family to his. He had just arrived from Manchester, whence he had been summoned by that treacherous thief-taker. . We are alone, Sir Rowland," he added, snuffing the candles, glancing cautiously around, and lowering his tone, "and what you confide to me shall never transpire,—at least to your disadvantage. ” She looked at him doubtfully.
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