A militiaman came belting down the stairs, another leapt from outside the front door, and a third, stalwart and stolid, came in through the door that led to the rooms to the front of the house. "His life—or yours?" "No one shall harm you more, my dear," cried Lady Trafford. But her tears had been for Leonardo’s expulsion, and the loss of his companionship. He was alarmed when she returned to the stage and her eyes passed over him in the audience. It had evidently seen better days before being relegated to the ministrations of a hackney coachman, one who evidently served the less affluent inhabitants of London. The cage has a strong door, with an iron grating at the top, and further secured by a stout bolt and padlock. “You are very kind,” she said hesitatingly, “but I don’t remember—I don’t think that I know you, do I?” “I am afraid that you do not,” he admitted, with a smile which he meant to be encouraging. The old aspect of the place was gone. Yes, it was Manningtree really secured your father. I saw their boat swept away, and heard the roar of the fall beneath the bridge; and no one, who was present, could doubt the result. What was it she had expected? Surely her moods were getting a little out of hand. .
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